Winter 61st, 518 AV
Gemma opened her eyes and smiled. Today was the day she tried something new. She had already decided on what she would do, and had gone shopping for all the things she needed. She had even gotten a recipe from a neighbor. She got out of bed and get ready as quickly as she could. She didn't even bother throwing on her normal clothing, instead simply throwing an apron over her pajamas.
She poked her head through the door of her room into the kitchen to make sure no one was home. She knew no one would be. Her mom wasn't home, and her dad would be at the shop. But today was her day off! So it was time to get started.
She walked into the kitchen and cracked her fingers. It was time to get to work. She got out all the ingredients. She grabbed the bushel of apples and began to wash them. She got the eggs and cracked them into a bowl, whisking them together. She then set them aside. She measured out the oil, the vanilla, the cinnamon, the sugar, the flower, and the salt. And a few other things she planned to throw in. She then dumped the flower into a siv and tapped at the rim while holding it over another bowl. She didn’t know why this was important, but she had seen her mom do it, so she figured it was a good thing to do.
She peeled and diced the apples, putting them into a bowl in preparation for what was to come next. She got the oven started, running a stick of butter along a pan. She then combined the eggs with the sugar, the vegetable oil, and the vanilla extract. She then added the apples to the bowl.
She mixed the flower with the salt in the baking powder and the cinnamon in a separate bowl. She added that to the apple mixture and stirred. It took a while, but eventually she was able to make a thick batter. She poured the batter into the pan that she had greased, and check the oven.
The oven wasn't ready yet. She put a towel over the the pan. Then she started to clean what she had already finished with. She put all the items that she didn't need away. She wrapped up the flower, put away the sugar, stored the apples that she hadn't used, and then wiped down the counters of the flower and powder that had fallen onto them as she had been baking. She washed the several bowls she had used and set them to dry, wondering if she had needed so many.
I know, the oven was at the correct temperature. She kept the pan covered , But not with a towel. She covered covered it with a special material. She put it in the oven and close the door. Now she had 45 minutes to wait. She tried to remember when the last bell had chimed, but just turned another bell tolled.
During those 45 minutes, Gemma decided to go sit in her garden. She decided to just relax and do some meditative stretching. It was her day off. She didn't need to work the whole time. She took off the apron and breathed in the fresh country air, bringing her arms over her head as she breathed in, then bringing them down again as she breathed out. She got a little light headed as she did this, but it felt so good to have the sun on her skin and to finally have time to do this, she didn’t mind. The 45 minutes came and went in a flash. She could smell that the bread was ready before the next chime came, and when she went inside, her suspicious were confirmed. She opened the oven and inserted a toothpick.
It came out clean! That was a good thing, right? She got some towels for her hands and pulled the bread out of the oven carefully before setting it down on the counter to cool. The instructions had said to let it cool for fifteen minutes, and she had seen the effect of eating hot bread on an empty stomach. She did not want that. What was more, the plan was to enjoy the bread with her dad, and while she was sure he would let her off the hook if she ate some now, she decided not to.
She let it cool and turned off the oven. She let the oven door stay open to let the warmth into the slightly chilly room, then she ran off to get ready for shopping! Today was Aviakittis and she was going to treat herself to something lavish! She bathed and changed and was out the door, only stopping long enough to make sure everything was clean and the house wasn’t going to burn down.
WC: 819
Gemma opened her eyes and smiled. Today was the day she tried something new. She had already decided on what she would do, and had gone shopping for all the things she needed. She had even gotten a recipe from a neighbor. She got out of bed and get ready as quickly as she could. She didn't even bother throwing on her normal clothing, instead simply throwing an apron over her pajamas.
She poked her head through the door of her room into the kitchen to make sure no one was home. She knew no one would be. Her mom wasn't home, and her dad would be at the shop. But today was her day off! So it was time to get started.
She walked into the kitchen and cracked her fingers. It was time to get to work. She got out all the ingredients. She grabbed the bushel of apples and began to wash them. She got the eggs and cracked them into a bowl, whisking them together. She then set them aside. She measured out the oil, the vanilla, the cinnamon, the sugar, the flower, and the salt. And a few other things she planned to throw in. She then dumped the flower into a siv and tapped at the rim while holding it over another bowl. She didn’t know why this was important, but she had seen her mom do it, so she figured it was a good thing to do.
She peeled and diced the apples, putting them into a bowl in preparation for what was to come next. She got the oven started, running a stick of butter along a pan. She then combined the eggs with the sugar, the vegetable oil, and the vanilla extract. She then added the apples to the bowl.
She mixed the flower with the salt in the baking powder and the cinnamon in a separate bowl. She added that to the apple mixture and stirred. It took a while, but eventually she was able to make a thick batter. She poured the batter into the pan that she had greased, and check the oven.
The oven wasn't ready yet. She put a towel over the the pan. Then she started to clean what she had already finished with. She put all the items that she didn't need away. She wrapped up the flower, put away the sugar, stored the apples that she hadn't used, and then wiped down the counters of the flower and powder that had fallen onto them as she had been baking. She washed the several bowls she had used and set them to dry, wondering if she had needed so many.
I know, the oven was at the correct temperature. She kept the pan covered , But not with a towel. She covered covered it with a special material. She put it in the oven and close the door. Now she had 45 minutes to wait. She tried to remember when the last bell had chimed, but just turned another bell tolled.
During those 45 minutes, Gemma decided to go sit in her garden. She decided to just relax and do some meditative stretching. It was her day off. She didn't need to work the whole time. She took off the apron and breathed in the fresh country air, bringing her arms over her head as she breathed in, then bringing them down again as she breathed out. She got a little light headed as she did this, but it felt so good to have the sun on her skin and to finally have time to do this, she didn’t mind. The 45 minutes came and went in a flash. She could smell that the bread was ready before the next chime came, and when she went inside, her suspicious were confirmed. She opened the oven and inserted a toothpick.
It came out clean! That was a good thing, right? She got some towels for her hands and pulled the bread out of the oven carefully before setting it down on the counter to cool. The instructions had said to let it cool for fifteen minutes, and she had seen the effect of eating hot bread on an empty stomach. She did not want that. What was more, the plan was to enjoy the bread with her dad, and while she was sure he would let her off the hook if she ate some now, she decided not to.
She let it cool and turned off the oven. She let the oven door stay open to let the warmth into the slightly chilly room, then she ran off to get ready for shopping! Today was Aviakittis and she was going to treat herself to something lavish! She bathed and changed and was out the door, only stopping long enough to make sure everything was clean and the house wasn’t going to burn down.
WC: 819