A kitchen, a chef, an ungodly mess of flour and egg shells.
Cookie cutters lay strewn about. A cutting board and a rolling pin are
piled next to the sink, while the full dishwasher runs.
A toasty warm heat emanates from the closed oven whose timer has ticked
down from 12 minutes to 1.
The chef, a confident, well-experienced baker, waits expectantly beside
a stack of baking racks. Potholders on hands, she bounces excitedly on the
balls of her feet. The rush of creating something sweet and tasty for her
guests never fades.
The timer rings.
With a blush of excitement, she opens the oven’s door, prepared to
greet her newest batch of her little bit famous Sugar cookies…
“What the f**k?” she thinks but never says (the dog by her side is
particularly sensitive to crude language on Mondays… another “What the f**k?”
she has learned not to question and just to accept).
Pulling out the oven’s rack, bringing the baking sheet out into the
better light, the accomplished Sugar cookie chef stares down in astonishment at…
Chocolate Chip cookies.
After checking her Prozac level and satisfied that the mind is still
running at its full 72% capacity, she hesitantly pokes at the frankly delicious
looking Chocolate Chip cookies.
“Hmm,” she thinks. “This is interesting.” (Prozac has kicked in and the
world goes a little mellow *lol*)
Pulling the surprise out of the oven, she quickly transfers the dozen
cookies to the cooling racks. She sneaks a peek at her dog, sneaks a peek at
the mysteries cookies and excitedly takes a nibble…
*the screen fades to black*
…
Yeah, well, sorry to leave you hanging. I know the pulse-pounding
action was intense (*rolls eyes and
thinks another “What the f**k? after re-reading this post), and that a
cliff-hanger was cruel, but this being a metaphorically true story I can only
give you what I know.
After weeks of painstakingly putting together a Romance Mystery, Book
Two of “The Lion and the Steed” series, popped out of the oven yesterday as nothing
but pure, unadulterated Drama.
I’m still scratching my head at this. Where the hurt/comfort feelies
have come from is as mysterious as those darn chocolate chips showing up in the
sugar cookies. A reimagining of the whole baking effort will now be required. *giggles just a little at the intriguing
surprise*
Will these chocolate chip cookies be as good as the planned for sugar
cookies?
That’s the bloody cliffhanger, folks.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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