Mystic Flour Cookie X Eternal Sugar Cookie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

༺❀༻ Back at Nathan’s apartment, the next day, the storm began. Sophia and Elena returned from the market with three bulging paper bags — flour, sugar, butter, vanilla, chocolate, berries, bananas, cinnamon, pie tins, muffin trays, and one suspiciously large bag labeled “Extra Flaky Crust Mix – Foolproof.” They tied on aprons — Sophia in a faded blue one that read “Kiss the Cook (If You Dare),” Elena in a black one that said “I Bake Because Screaming Is Frowned Upon.”

Two days with her and she already understands how my mind works. “And delicious fresh-baked cookies.” I spit the sentence out so fast it all sounds like one word. “They do traditional flavors, seasonal flavors, and two weekly flavors that they rotate, and this week it’s blueberry lemon and salted caramel chocolate chip and both of those are my favorite!” Goddess, I am rambling like fucking Wesley right now.

“Lemme know when you need me to lick the spoon.” Creaming butter and powdered sugar together released a familiar sugary scent, way better than any expensive aromatherapy. Domini sifted the dry ingredients into the industrial mixer. She poured in white chocolate chips, and butterscotch chips and hand stirred the thick mixture, keeping the consistency between cake batter and cookie dough. She dumped the mix into a rectangular cake pan and set it on the middle rack of the smallest oven. She grabbed a saucepan, determined to nail down a souped-up version of mole sauce she’d been messing with for months.

"Becca, did you make these yourself? I haven't had a chance to taste them yet." Rebecca smiled in response. "I learned how to make these cookies from Chef Flanney at Four Seasons. I couldn't think of anything you need, so it might be a waste to buy you something. That's why I made some cookies myself. I hope you like them." The cookies were shaped like apples. They looked so convincing that one might mistake them for real apples if they were the same size. "They're so beautiful that I can't bear to eat them." Rachel exclaimed. She took a careful bite and revealed an expression of pleasant surprise. "These taste great. It's much better than those overly sweet cakes from the pastry shops. Inde

Throwing that question also revealed my lack of knowledge of the baking world. "Sure, you can. You can put everything to make tasty cookies." She smiled, which showed wisdom through the wrinkles on her face. She was around Dad's age or probably a bit older. "I'm just asking because pups usually love macaroons, too. And the key ingredient is almond flour." "But I buy almond, not almond flour." "That's why you might need almond flour for macaroons." She winked, and I couldn't help but laugh. I just realized she lured me to buy more.

Maya grabs a container of leftover pasta from the fridge. “I'm starving. Have you eaten?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. “Not really.” I've barely been able to keep anything down all day. My stomach has been in knots since I woke up this morning. “Perfect. Let's make something.” Her eyes light up the way they always do when she has an idea. “Cookies. We should make cookies.” “Cookies?” “Yes! Chocolate chip. The good kind with the chunks, not the chips.” She's already pulling out flour and sugar from the cabinet. “Come on, it will be fun. We've not done anything fun in forever.”

They covered half of her face, and she had to use her other hand to hold it up, kind of ruining the intimidating detective look they were clearly going for. “No one silly.” I laughed at them, ruffling their heads. Baking was always an adventure, a messy, flour-covered explosion of creativity. Soon, the kitchen was transformed into a miniature bakery. Flour dusted every surface, laughter echoed through the house, and the air filled with the sweet aroma of vanilla. Alex, the more adventurous of the two, insisted on adding extra sprinkles and a generous amount of chocolate chips. Alexia, the meticulous one, meticulously arranged the cookies on the baking sheet, ensuring each one was perfectly s

Honestly, salt and sugar look alike, as do baking soda and flour. Since my mate seemed to really appreciate having his own special dessert that I made just for him, I started making him his own when I made someone else theirs. The pack groaned and moaned about Cohen getting special treatment, but I just smiled and enjoyed this very simple way to please my mate and show him that he's special to me. The more they complain, the more he stands in front of them and eats his special dessert. Now, it’s nearly every night that I’m making dessert for someone in the pack and on the pup’s birthdays, I’ve made sure that they also get their very own cake. It’s very quickly becoming a pack tradition.

“Come back here for a minute and I’ll show you how everything works. And don’t be insulted if I pop in to supervise, too. I kind of need my bakery not to burn down.” “I’m not going to burn your bakery down,” Molly promised, rolling her eyes. “At least not on purpose.” *** Eggs. Salt. Sugar. Cake flour. Cornstarch. Cocoa. Food coloring. Light corn syrup. Unsalted butter. Brandy. Water. Molly looked over the recipe what felt like a billion and a half times, her eyes focusing in on each ingredient, wanting to make sure she had each one memorized like the back of her hand.