ELLIEI've never tried to bake anything in my entire life.Not even those idiot-proof brownie mixes where you just add water and toss it in the oven. Every time I've stepped foot into a kitchen, it's been for cereal, toast, or to judge Aunt Carol's weird obsession with sugar-free everything. So naturally, now that I had decided to bake cookies (like some love-struck 1950s housewife), I should've known it was going to end in absolute, flaming failure.The plan was simple: bake cookies, put them in a cute container, and casually walk over to Beck Ryder's house like I just happened to have some extra lying around. When he asked about them (because he definitely would), I'd smile and say, "Oh, my aunt made them." That way, I didn't look desperate, and I got brownie points (or rather cookie points) for being neighborly.Except, apparently, baking was not one of my latent talents.The first batch came out looking like burnt pancakes. The second batch never really turned into anything solid.
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