Prompt 3 wrote:Writing: Your kalon is preparing sweets for Kalontines Day, write about the process and result!
It was 10:52 at night when Ellis got the call from Zara, her step sister sounding frantic and panicked. “I need your help. Can you come over?” The Kalon had asked in a rush. Ellis knew of Zara’s energetic and can-do personality, so, a call from her at nearly 11 at night wasn’t all that unusual; her asking for help, however, was. Ellis, in a worried panic, yelled, “I’ll be right there!” Into the phone and hurried off to Zara’s house, speeding a lot faster than she should’ve. When she finally arrived, she stormed into Zara’s house, and yelled, “What is it?! Are you in danger?”
“Danger?” Zara rounded the corner wearing a stained apron and icing on her face. “Not at all! I just need your help baking a cake for Kalontines.”
“A cake? A cake!?” Ellis said angrily, “You called me over at 11 at night for a cake?”
“It’s not a cake yet,” Zara reasoned, “It still has to be made. Silly!”
“Why,” Ellis took in a breath, “Did you choose to make it so late?”
“Uh, because…! It’s almost Kalontines day! And this year, I’m donating all my sweets to charities,” Zara stepped forward, wiped some icing off her apron, and placed it into her mouth, her lips curling up at the sweet taste. “Won’t you help this good cause?” she winked. Ellis gave a sigh. “I suppose I’m already here.”
“Good!” Zara pulled the Kalon into the kitchen, where many other delicious looking cupcakes, cookies, brownies, and pies already lay decorated with traditional Kalontines colors. It was a beautiful spectacle, one that made Ellis hungry just by looking at it.
“And now… we cook!”
Cooking with Zara is not what you would’ve expected.
She dropped the eggs twice. Twice. After scooping yolk and eggshell off the ground for the second time, she decided to let Ellis do it instead.
Instead of regular milk, she almost got away with using Goat Milk – don’t even ask why that was in her fridge. She couldn’t tell you.
The flour was confused as baking soda, and only noticed AFTER tasting the dough… starting over…!
By the time the cake (in its proper way) was in the oven, it was 12:47. “That took a bit of time, right?” despite the horrid situation, Zara was still chipper, a bright smile on her face. “You’re so happy,” Ellis sighed.
“Indeed. I’m so glad to be able to give sweets to the elderly kals! Can you imagine their faces? They’ll be so cute!”
At her words, the oven dinged, and out came a wonderful smelling, golden brown vanilla cake – without goat milk or baking soda – cooked to perfection.
“Bon viola!” Zara swung the cake around to set it on the table. “Gaze upon its beauty. Oh! Right! I have to frost it, too,” she smiled.
“How about you let me do that?” Ellis asked in worry. Last time she’d let Zara do something they almost made a baking soda cake. It was a wonder the sweets Zara had made herself looked as good as they did-- suddenly, Ellis was very sad for the elderly Kalons receiving the treats.
“Hmm,” Zara paused. “Can we do it together?”
Finally, they’d made a beautiful pink cake with white piping and lace to decorate the sides- red fondant made hearts around the top, and written in white, swirly letters, it read:
From Zara and Ellis – Happy Kalontines day!