Post by Scara Roshinto on May 7, 2011 21:40:59 GMT -5
(I wrote this last year for Scara's birthday...who is turning '16' (though really, it's 8) on July 27th. 
Also 8 years of role-playing. HOLY ****)
"Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. The hell does 'F' mean?" Akira was scratching her head, staring at this small cook book, being obviously pocket-sized. She sighed and put down the small cook book and went to the oven and stared at it. "Punch in the numbers..." She murmured to herself, pressing '375' and then stared at it. "...It's not turning on!" Akira growled as she looked over the buttons and decided 'Start' looked like a good place to start.
"Grease and lightly flour two round 8-inch cake pans and set aside. Grease? Isn't that for cars? Urgh...wait Scara uses something like...that yellow shit to make things not stick...Grease yeah doesn't make things stick." She decided instead of using something that comes out of cars, to grab a stick of butter and put it in the pan. She then copied something Scara did, and rubbed the butter all over the pan, including the back side of the pain.
"There greased. Now Flour..." Akira went through the pantry for flour and she tried to delicately pour the flour in, which resulting in half the bag being used, a dust cloud in the room, and Akira looking even whiter than normal. Akira coughed a bit. "Lightly floured..." She said, dumping the flour out and realized that some of the flour stuck to the pan and decided that it was lightly floured enough. "Combine flour, baking powder and salt in a small mixing bowl and set aside." She found all the said ingredients and wondered how much of everything she was supposed to put. She found the measurements and blinked.
"How the hell do you read these things?" Akira murmured, looking at the teaspoons and grumbled again. "No wonder Scara has sharp eyes..." But Scara wasn't here, and she shouldn't be here, so Akira had to take awhile figuring out the right measurements. After all, she couldn't mess this up. The last time Akira strayed from the measurements, crazy things happened. She was lucky Scara was there at the time and used her wind to suffocate the fire before actual damage was done. Into the bowl the ingredients went.
"Beat butter or margarine with a hand mixer at medium speed for 30 seconds in a large mixing bowl. A hand mixer?" Akira looked at her own hands. "Last time I did that I broke the bowl. There's gotta be something else." She looked around and saw a machine, the hand mixer, and grabbed it and turned it on to it's highest power and beat it. "Hey this isn't so hard. Scara makes it look so difficult sometimes." Akira said, sighing.
"Add sugar and vanilla and beat well. A kid could do this recipe." Akira murmured, getting back the contraptions known as Teaspoons and measured and placed it and used the hand mixer to beat it. Akira decided 'beat well' meant when the sugar was now all powdery and the vanilla's color wasn't there so she stopped and resumed with the cook book. "Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. I never cracked an egg before! God dammit..."
Akira knew that the shell could now go in though what Akira did was take a knife, poke it in the shell without cracking it, which took about ten eggs to perfect, and split it open and let the egg come out nicely like that. One at a time she did this as Akira continued to read as she beated the mixture. "Add dry flour mixture and milk alternately, beating on low speed after each addition until just combined. Ugh this isn't gunna end anytime soon is it?"
Flour, beat, milk, beat was how Akira rolled with it for at least 10 minutes before they were all gone and Akira was feeling sore from beating. Which didn't make a lot of sense, seeing as how she wasn't doing much of the work. "Pour batter into prepared cake pans. FINALLY. No more stupid mixing and beating or whatever." Akira, being Akira, filled the cake pans to the brim with the cake batter she made and placed them in the oven, which was completely hot.
"Bake 30 to 35 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center of the cake comes out clean. So does that mean I have to bake a toothpick with it?" Deciding that was stupid, Akira threw the cook book to the other side of the room and heard something shatter. She'd pay for the damages later as she left the cakes alone for 30 minutes. But then she realized Scara was going to come home in about that much time...Akira stared at the oven for 30 minutes and heard Scara walk in as Akira was taking the cake out.
Akira had no idea how to frost this thing, since it looked so plain. But it didn't matter, since Scara was in the kitchen, staring at her. "Um...Happy Birthday Scara!" Akira said, smiling a bit. Scara looked shocked and happy as she went to hug Akira. "Akira...thank you. And you didn't burn the kitchen down while I was gone." Scara said smiling. "You still have to pay for the neighbor's window though. But Akira...this is really sweet..."
Then Scara looked at Akira's hands and panicked a bit. "Y-you didn't wear any...A-Akira those burns! I'll go get the first aid kit!" Scara sped off of the kitchen as Akira blinked, dumbfounded. "...Oh so that's what the pain is on my hands for. Haha...I guess I shouldn't grab cakes out of the oven without some sort of...glove." Scara came back to treat Akira's hand. "I'd say go to the hospital but you'd say no so I won't bother. You got burned because of me..."
Akira clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Stop blaming yourself. I coulda went and bought a cake at the store but nope I wanted to bake a cake." Scara looked at Akira and smiled. "But you would've gotten lost and ate the baker." Akira stared at Scara then bursted out laughing. "But thank you Akira...this means a lot." Akira blinked at her and patted her on the head. "Ow that hurts!" Scara sighed as Akira chuckled. "At least you gotta cake for your birthday!"
Scara giggled. "It's the best present I could ever ask for." "You wouldn't even ASK for a present."
Also 8 years of role-playing. HOLY ****)"Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. The hell does 'F' mean?" Akira was scratching her head, staring at this small cook book, being obviously pocket-sized. She sighed and put down the small cook book and went to the oven and stared at it. "Punch in the numbers..." She murmured to herself, pressing '375' and then stared at it. "...It's not turning on!" Akira growled as she looked over the buttons and decided 'Start' looked like a good place to start.
"Grease and lightly flour two round 8-inch cake pans and set aside. Grease? Isn't that for cars? Urgh...wait Scara uses something like...that yellow shit to make things not stick...Grease yeah doesn't make things stick." She decided instead of using something that comes out of cars, to grab a stick of butter and put it in the pan. She then copied something Scara did, and rubbed the butter all over the pan, including the back side of the pain.
"There greased. Now Flour..." Akira went through the pantry for flour and she tried to delicately pour the flour in, which resulting in half the bag being used, a dust cloud in the room, and Akira looking even whiter than normal. Akira coughed a bit. "Lightly floured..." She said, dumping the flour out and realized that some of the flour stuck to the pan and decided that it was lightly floured enough. "Combine flour, baking powder and salt in a small mixing bowl and set aside." She found all the said ingredients and wondered how much of everything she was supposed to put. She found the measurements and blinked.
"How the hell do you read these things?" Akira murmured, looking at the teaspoons and grumbled again. "No wonder Scara has sharp eyes..." But Scara wasn't here, and she shouldn't be here, so Akira had to take awhile figuring out the right measurements. After all, she couldn't mess this up. The last time Akira strayed from the measurements, crazy things happened. She was lucky Scara was there at the time and used her wind to suffocate the fire before actual damage was done. Into the bowl the ingredients went.
"Beat butter or margarine with a hand mixer at medium speed for 30 seconds in a large mixing bowl. A hand mixer?" Akira looked at her own hands. "Last time I did that I broke the bowl. There's gotta be something else." She looked around and saw a machine, the hand mixer, and grabbed it and turned it on to it's highest power and beat it. "Hey this isn't so hard. Scara makes it look so difficult sometimes." Akira said, sighing.
"Add sugar and vanilla and beat well. A kid could do this recipe." Akira murmured, getting back the contraptions known as Teaspoons and measured and placed it and used the hand mixer to beat it. Akira decided 'beat well' meant when the sugar was now all powdery and the vanilla's color wasn't there so she stopped and resumed with the cook book. "Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. I never cracked an egg before! God dammit..."
Akira knew that the shell could now go in though what Akira did was take a knife, poke it in the shell without cracking it, which took about ten eggs to perfect, and split it open and let the egg come out nicely like that. One at a time she did this as Akira continued to read as she beated the mixture. "Add dry flour mixture and milk alternately, beating on low speed after each addition until just combined. Ugh this isn't gunna end anytime soon is it?"
Flour, beat, milk, beat was how Akira rolled with it for at least 10 minutes before they were all gone and Akira was feeling sore from beating. Which didn't make a lot of sense, seeing as how she wasn't doing much of the work. "Pour batter into prepared cake pans. FINALLY. No more stupid mixing and beating or whatever." Akira, being Akira, filled the cake pans to the brim with the cake batter she made and placed them in the oven, which was completely hot.
"Bake 30 to 35 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center of the cake comes out clean. So does that mean I have to bake a toothpick with it?" Deciding that was stupid, Akira threw the cook book to the other side of the room and heard something shatter. She'd pay for the damages later as she left the cakes alone for 30 minutes. But then she realized Scara was going to come home in about that much time...Akira stared at the oven for 30 minutes and heard Scara walk in as Akira was taking the cake out.
Akira had no idea how to frost this thing, since it looked so plain. But it didn't matter, since Scara was in the kitchen, staring at her. "Um...Happy Birthday Scara!" Akira said, smiling a bit. Scara looked shocked and happy as she went to hug Akira. "Akira...thank you. And you didn't burn the kitchen down while I was gone." Scara said smiling. "You still have to pay for the neighbor's window though. But Akira...this is really sweet..."
Then Scara looked at Akira's hands and panicked a bit. "Y-you didn't wear any...A-Akira those burns! I'll go get the first aid kit!" Scara sped off of the kitchen as Akira blinked, dumbfounded. "...Oh so that's what the pain is on my hands for. Haha...I guess I shouldn't grab cakes out of the oven without some sort of...glove." Scara came back to treat Akira's hand. "I'd say go to the hospital but you'd say no so I won't bother. You got burned because of me..."
Akira clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Stop blaming yourself. I coulda went and bought a cake at the store but nope I wanted to bake a cake." Scara looked at Akira and smiled. "But you would've gotten lost and ate the baker." Akira stared at Scara then bursted out laughing. "But thank you Akira...this means a lot." Akira blinked at her and patted her on the head. "Ow that hurts!" Scara sighed as Akira chuckled. "At least you gotta cake for your birthday!"
Scara giggled. "It's the best present I could ever ask for." "You wouldn't even ASK for a present."