My Baking Disaster

Hi all! Today, after I finished school, I decided to bake some cookies.  After all, Elizabeth had made them thousands of times, so hard can it be?

"Chrissa, Mother's taking me shopping.  We'll be back in a few hours."  Elizabeth told me as she walked out the door.

"Okay!  See you then!" I shouted back.  After I finished mixing the cookie batter,  I rolled out the dough, cut out fun shapes, placed them on a cookie sheet, and stuck it in the oven.  While they were backing, I went upstairs.

"O-o!  Jlove and Our AG Adventures have new posts!  I've got to check them out."

"What's that sound?" I wondered.  "Oh! It's the oven!"  And with that, I ran down the stairs.

Taking the cookies out of the oven, I found they were perfectly cooked.

I frosted the sugar cookies, sprinkled on sprinkles,

and took a big bite.  "A-A! THIS IS HOT!  WHERE'S SOME WATER?!" Scrambling for a cup, I finally found one and quickly stuck it under the faucet.

"That's a relief."  I said, taking gulp after gulp of refreshing, cold water.

"I'll just have to through these cookies away." I said, as I dropped them in the trash can.

"Ug, what a disaster!"  I said, flopping onto the bed.

"We're back!" Elizabeth called, walking in the door.

"Sugar!  I bought something for you!" Elizabeth said.  Sugar rased down the stairs to see what it was.

"It's a pet carrier.  Do you like it?" Elizabeth asked her pooch.  Sugar yapped happily.  

"I'm glad."  Elizabeth said, smiling.

 

Elizabeth came upstairs, and I came downstairs.

"Where are the cookies you were going to make, Chrissa?"  Elizabeth asked.

"Well," I said, "You see, they were to spicy.  But I followed the instructions, so why did they turn out so hot?"
"I don't know." Elizabeth said, puzzled.  "What ingredients did you use?" she asked suspiciously.

 

"The normal, flour, sugar, cinnamon..." I started, taking out the ingredients.  Elizabeth picked up and smelled the sugar and flour, and then put them back down.  But when she smelled the cinnamon, Elizabeth chocked.

"Chrissa," Elizabeth said between coughing spurts, "this is the grated jalapeno peppers that Mother uses for making guacamole."

"Oh." I said, because that was all I could think of to say.

I learned a valuable lesson today.  Things are not always what they seem.