Butter and chocolate. Two great, fatty, melty ingredients that you could mix in absolutely any proportions, in any order, with anything, process them any way you want, and still come up with any something good.
“Ok class, break up in to partners and starting working. Remember, don’t just follow the directions, actually read the description of what’s happening at each step. Baking is science, and if you only follow directions, then you’re not learning anything about baking.”
Initially, you’d been partnered up with Jarvis, who was one of the relatively few members of the high school’s respected “trailer trash” community. You’d taken off your button down to keep it clean while you were baking, and put on a basic apron.
“Hey Ms. Wink, I want to eat at least one decent cookie at the end of this damn thing. Can you make Liz and Danielle partner together so that we’ll at least get one decent batch?” requested Bud, whose only distinction was that he was the fattest kid in a class dedicated to eating.
All the same, you wouldn’t mind not partnering with Jarvis, and Liz was another girl who’d taken cooking three or four times. Worked for you.
Ms. Winkle appeared to give this a great deal more consideration than it really warranted. But she eventually agreed.
Liz walked over to your “kitchen” and you both fell quickly to work on your own batches of cookies. Before half the class had even settled in to mixing ingredients, you had two trays of cookies in the oven.
Liz is actually quite lovely. You know that she’s one of the front line girls for the volleyball team, and she is as tall as you’d expect. She might even be 6 feet tall, but probably a shade under. She has smooth, dark skin, an athletic figure, and long straight black hair. She’s wearing a baggy hoodie, and you can’t really tell how large her breasts are, but whatever they’re like, you definitely find yourself envying her figure. Her face was pretty, but aloof, almost regal. She was the type of person who clearly didn’t care what was happening around her and wanted everyone to know it. Liz was someone you wanted to like, but she made it awful hard.
Standing around, the rest of the class was in typical chaos, with guys joking and trying to cajole the girls in to doing all of the work.
“Oops, I almost forgot. At the back of each “mise en place”, that’s “everything in place” in French, and the phrase the French use for their kitchen setting, you’ll find two small bowls of chocolate chips. Those are for you to eat, not for the cookies. Go ahead and eat’em up!”
Liz wasted no time, apparently a fan of chocolate, threw the small handful of chocolate chips in her mouth, and resumed waiting patiently for the cookies.
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