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jaimie_prufrock
Every noise made me jump, and then I had to worry that I was making too much noise. The apartment smelled so good like hot chocolate and warm cookies. When I found myself biting my thumbnail, I grabbed a book to read. It had only been five minutes since I’d checked the cake the last time, and while it smelled good, it looked wrong. It wasn’t rising enough, and I was worried that it might fall which would be worse. I didn’t want to give Peter a chocolate pancake for his birthday, but powdered eggs, along with boxed cake mix wasn’t a very good combination it seemed. Luckily I had four cans of frosting to cover up any mistakes.
Several pages later, and it was time to pull it out of the oven. I didn’t need to set the timer. I always knew what time it was after all, but I did need to grab my oven mitts. The next to last thing I wanted to do after making the cake fall was to burn my hand on the pans. It was pathetic looking. It had barely risen, and it was in fact a bit sunken in the middle.
“Fuck.” I let out a sigh, and looked at the trash where the two cakes I’d thrown out were. This one was the best so far, and it would have to do. Peter would be back from the stupid wall in a couple of hours, and I didn’t have time to try to make another one. “Hope you like frosting, Peter, because there’s going to be enough of it to make a T-Rex’ teeth hurt.”
jaimie_prufrockEvery noise made me jump, and then I had to worry that I was making too much noise. The apartment smelled so good like hot chocolate and warm cookies. When I found myself biting my thumbnail, I grabbed a book to read. It had only been five minutes since I’d checked the cake the last time, and while it smelled good, it looked wrong. It wasn’t rising enough, and I was worried that it might fall which would be worse. I didn’t want to give Peter a chocolate pancake for his birthday, but powdered eggs, along with boxed cake mix wasn’t a very good combination it seemed. Luckily I had four cans of frosting to cover up any mistakes.
Several pages later, and it was time to pull it out of the oven. I didn’t need to set the timer. I always knew what time it was after all, but I did need to grab my oven mitts. The next to last thing I wanted to do after making the cake fall was to burn my hand on the pans. It was pathetic looking. It had barely risen, and it was in fact a bit sunken in the middle.
“Fuck.” I let out a sigh, and looked at the trash where the two cakes I’d thrown out were. This one was the best so far, and it would have to do. Peter would be back from the stupid wall in a couple of hours, and I didn’t have time to try to make another one. “Hope you like frosting, Peter, because there’s going to be enough of it to make a T-Rex’ teeth hurt.”
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