“Come on,” Emily said. “It’s easy. I’ve watched my mom do it all the time.”
“Well…” Megan hesitated letting Emily anywhere near her kitchen after seeing her in home ec class this year. “Okay, if you promise not to make a mess.”
“Great!” Emily happily walked into the kitchen.
Finding the largest bowl she could find, she started calling out ingredients for Megan to find.
“Sugar.” That looks like the right amount, she thought, pouring it in the bowl.
“2 sticks butter.”
“Vanilla extract.” Emily poured in the whole bottle into the sugar and butter mixture in the bowl.
“Come on, Megan,” Emily said, rolling up her sleeves. “Help me mix it.”
Both girls stuck their hands right in and blended the mixture, scrapping them off with the back of a butter knife.
“2 eggs.” I hate this gross part, Emily thought, cracking an egg and watching it ooze out of the shell. “That’s one….and…..oops…..oh, well…..my mom says a little shell is good for you.”
“Salt.” Emily picked up the salt shaker and shook it until the lid popped off. She dug it out of the white sand pile and put it on the counter.
“Baking soda.” The box was full when she started and empty when she finished.
“Flour.” There wasn’t much flour in the container, so she just dumped it in.
“Okay, help me mix it one more time, Megan.”
As the girls mixed, the thicker the dough became until it was difficult to squeeze through their fingers.
“Pan.” Emily squished and patted until the concoction was smooth in the pan.
“Right, now into the oven.” Emily said.
“That doesn’t look like any cake we’ve ever made,” Megan said, looking in the pan.
“Cake? I thought you wanted cookies?”