Hehehe... Love triangle...
IceWingDragonet wrote:Ooh marking! I totally love Sam lol
Yay! :3
Sam is personally my favorite character. (I based him off of my crush and a character from a movie)
Also, for this chapter, there is some cooking involved. I don't really know how to cook pie, so I just guessed the recipe. If you actually try to use the recipe I made up, you probably won't end up with pie; or anything edible for that matter!
CHAPTER 5: The Blueberry Pie Disaster
I learned one lesson today: never trust me to cook.
When I got back from the marketplace, I set my goods in the kitchen. I tried to remember what Mrs. Johnson told me about making pie, but I forgot most of it. I took out the flour, a glass of water, an egg, milk, and butter. I grabbed a bowl and emptied my ingredients into it. Finding the largest spoon in the kitchen, I mixed until the "dough" became soft. It was too watery, so I added more flour and a second egg for good measure. After mixing it again, I scooped the dough into a frying pan. We had no pie pans. I smoothed the dough onto the pan and went to the pantry to take out my blueberries. I dumped the (uncrushed) blueberries into the pan and poured the rest of the dough on top. That wasn't too hard. I lit the furnace and put the pan inside.
Cheerfully, I skipped into the backyard where my dad was working on the shed. He smiled at me.
"Happy Birthday, Dad!"
He looked up from his work bench and said,"Thanks, Kate."
I grinned. "Are there any... aromas comming from our house?" Blueberry pie usually smells delicious, even while it's still cooking.
My dad sniffed the air a little. "It smells like... smoke!"
Shoot. He was right. Megan barked maddly as if to arwarn us of the flames. I sprinted through the door as my dad headed for the nearest stream. I stared at the furnace and watched flames cover more and more of its metal. There goes my surprise pie. I thought. Dad soom returned, and dumped a bucket of water onto the flames. They died down and revealed the burnt pie inside of the furnace.
My dad looked at me in shock. "What is this?" He asked.
I gulped. "It was a blueberry pie."
"That doesn't look like a blueberry pie." He said angrily.
"I said was."
"I expect this to be cleaned up before dinner." With a short sigh, he stomped away.
I took out the mop from the closet and started to mop up the grayish soot-covered water. So much for a birthday surprise.
Dinner was unusually quiet today. Whenever I attempted to start a conversation, Dad would always end it briefly. He seemed so dissapointed with me. We ate our food in around thirty minutes and left the table. Dad went back to work on the tool shed, and I headed for the stream. Megan followed me to the riverbed, where I climbed up a sycamore tree. The chilly autumn wind nipped at my skin as I watched the sky get dark. I hoped things would look up for me tomorrow.