[Mid-life]

Day 3 prompt
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[Hinoka]

Didn't have enough time to finish this sorry ^^;

[snowdrake]

day three

Amorette was always a champion at making sweets, especially chocolate ones!

[whimerri]

for day 3 art prompt ^,^
Things didn't go so well for Alice...

[Sandstorm814]

art: Your kalon is preparing sweets for Kalontines Day, draw the process/result!

Pip baked a cake!

[evil.]

writing: Your kalon is preparing sweets for Kalontines Day, write about the process and result!

The room was thick with smoke and the odor of burnt sweets. Locke was completely covered head-to-toe in flour and batter. However, the real issue on the table was rather... on the table. The charred black shapes that were meant to be hearts sat on a pan in front of him. He tried to tell himself that it wasn't too terrible, but as he tried to pry the cookie off the pan he found that it wasn't coming off. The situation forced him to realize he was incredibly incapable of cooking for himself, his hand rubbed the back of his neck.
He groaned, that was the last time he would ever try to do anything sweet and romantic that wasn't his style anyway. He looked around at the mess he'd made, bowls full of batter scattered the large kitchen, flower and sugar covered everything, and a bandage was sloppy wrapped around his finger from where he'd somehow managed to cut it. He pressed his hand to the side of his face, letting out a long, drawn out sigh.
Footsteps behind him caused him to stiffen, an awkward smile on his face, "Hey, Kerry."

[Checkinder]

writing: Your kalon is preparing sweets for Kalontines Day, write about the process and result!

Using my Aspen and Tigressa's Cecily! A little backstory:
Aspen is from the future where war and sickness ruined everything and food is scarce. He managed to contact Cecily in the past and created a time travel machine with scraps to travel to meet him. Aspen wanted to make cookies but.. some of the ingredients were new to him.


Aspen narrowed his eyes, studying the recipe in his hands. Flour? Did it mean flowers? What good would flowers be in the cookies? Maybe flowers and flour were different things. He longed to asked Cecily, but then the surprise would be ruined.
He looked it over again before sorting through the cabinets for the needed supplies. A few of the items on the upper shelves fell and Aspen lunged to catch them, flinching as a few clattered to the floor. Lucky for him, only one of the bags broke open. Brown sugar. Aspen let out a heavy sigh. Of course it had to be one of the things he needed.
Carefully, he cleaned the mess off the floor, returning the items to their rightful locations in the cabinet. He spared as much of the brown sugar as he could, hoping it would be enough. In the cabinet he located a bag that said flour but when he opened it, the only thing inside was a soft white powder. It reminded him a little of powdered sugar, but when he tasted it he recoiled with disgust. It was bitter, not sweet. He sniffed at it and sneezed, dropping the bag and cursing. This wasn’t going as well as he anticipated.
‘Okay,’ he mused, ‘Maybe flower and flour are the same thing. Flour is probably just… flower powder.’
Aspen walked over to the door, glancing into the garden. Could he just make his own? What kind of flowers were used in flour?
Sneakily he snuck out the back door and grabbed a handful of them; daisies, some lilies, and a rose for a touch of extra love.
How does one grind up flowers? Aspen looked around the kitchen, not seeing anything that would suffice. In the end, he just gave up and pulled out the butcher's knife, cutting them as finely as he could manage before dropping them into the bowl with the other ingredients.
‘Butter, eggs, sugar, flower, chocolate chips… What am I missing?’ Aspen stared at the recipe again, eyes narrowing. ‘Chocolate chips! Does he even have chocolate chips?’
Aspen searched in all the cabinets and couldn’t find any chocolate chips, defeat settling in his heart. There was probably no other chocolate in the house. Perhaps he could run out for Hershey Kisses? That’d be a nice touch.
He thought a little, considering the baking time of the cookies and the amount of time it would take to run to the store. He soon decided that he’d have enough time to slip out while the cookies were baking and still have enough time to stick a Kiss on top of each before they were fully done but not enough time left to melt the Kiss. It would be perfect!
Aspen excitedly molded the dough into little hearts, his own racing. This would be the most perfect Valentine’s day! Cecily would love the cookies!
Once he finished, Aspen slipped the cookies in the oven and triple checked the temperature he set it to. Glancing at the timer, he raced out the door to get the finishing touches.
~~~
With a bag full of gifts, Aspen entered the house and sniffed the cookie aroma. It was a tad different than he remembered, but the different flower probably made it as such. He unwrapped a few Kisses before opening the oven to gently press them in the cookies. He was happy to see them retaining their heart shape through the baking process. Only a few more minutes before they were done, too!
Aspen grabbed the card he had been saving for today and made sure it was sealed within its envelope. Carefully, he removed some thorns from a rose and taped it to the card. The timer sounded just as he finished.
He gingerly pulled the cookies out, flinching against the heat of the oven. Kneeing the door shut, he set the cookies to cool and made sure the oven was off. Once a few minutes had passed, he plated the cookies, grabbed the card and rose, and set off to find Cecily.

[skywalker,]

Your kalon is preparing sweets for Kalontines Day, write about the process and result!
The kalons in this story are Matthew and his great-grand-daughter Ashley [ both owned by me ]

"GRANDPA, THE CAKE IS SMOKING" Ashley called out to her great-grand-father, dancing on her toes slightly as she watched the oven smoking. Matthew ran into the kitchen, and his eyes widened "Oh dear.." Matthew said, running towards the oven. He yanked the oven door open, and coughed as the smoke flew everywhere. Ashley ran around, looking for the oven mitts. She managed to find them under a bunch of dirty dishes. She pulled them out, and the tupperware toppled off the table, clattering onto the ground as she ran back towards Matthew. She handed him the mitts, the smoke alarms blaring. Ashley covered her ears as her grandpa took the cake base out of the oven, placing it on the table the mitts had been found on before running around and turning off all the smoke alarms. When everything was quieted down, both Matthew and Ashley let out a relieved breath.

"Thank the stars..." Ashley giggled, and high-fives her grandpa as they look at there... Uh... Smoking cake base. Matthew smirked as he walked towards the cake "Alright, it looks fine. The bottoms a bit brunt, but nothing icing can't-" he was cut off as the cake base suddenly exploded, making cake go everywhere. Ashley's eyes were wide, and Matthew had his mouth open, extremely shocked. Suddenly, Ashley exploded with laughter, and fell into the ground, giggling like mad. Matthew smiled as he turned towards his great-granddaughter, chuckling himself "Get the cake batter, Ashley! We are making another cake!" He said in a heroic like voice, running around and preparing the stuff to make more batter. Ashkey wiped the tears from her eyes, and giggled "Grandma's gonna be so mad.." She laughed, running to help her grandpa get ready for a new cake.

[Birdy]

art prompt day 3

[gouache]

Your kalon is preparing sweets for Kalontines Day, draw/write the process/result!

Chai making cookies !

The cafe today was bustling with customers, lattes and frappuccinos left and right, at every table and counter.
Ahh, Valentines Day. Floral bouquets arranged about (at the thanks of her sister, Marzia), the buds of trees waking
up to say hello, and the rosy petals among the patio. She thought it was lovely- the warm atmosphere of sweets and
fondants made her quite peckish herself.
With a click of her shoes and a glance at the watch set upon her arm, Chai decided it was about time for her
break, and a bite to eat.

From scratch, of course. No one wants lousy packed sandwiches on a day like this! Tying back her hair that
persisted on hanging into her eyes, she set to work, assembling the silverware on the stand. Little heart
shaped biscuits, she thought, with honey frosting!

With a dusting of sugar, cinnamon, and all things nice, she took a step back to admire her handiwork.
Offer them to her ever so lovely colleagues, who have worked so hard today?
Nah. Eat them all to herself.