Post by Charlie Roswell on Jul 25, 2014 17:40:45 GMT -6
The dorm smelled divine and even that was an understatement. The scent of French Confectionaries spread throughout the kitchenette where Charlie was baking and the air vents carried the air so that the entire hall smelled like a bakery. Since it's hard to tell exactly where a smell is coming from by the AC, she put a whiteboard on the door that said: French treats inside! Knock if you want any! It wasn't like Charlie was able to finish all of these off by her self anyway.
So far she had made a few rounds of creme brulee, one round of eclairs, and now she was on to macaroons. Well she planned to bake about ten different flavors of them. Strawberry, Blueberry, Chocolate, Key Lime, Raspberry, Orange Creme, and Coffee were what she had already made. As for the last three flavors, she hadn't quite decided yet. Her fully stocked refridgerator and cabinets gave her so many options to choose from.
Charlie took the last batch of coffee macaroons out of the oven and set them on the stove top. The place was a mess and boy was she hot.
Charlie wiped her head with a dishrag and sighed. All this baking had taken much of her saturday up and after the camping trip she needed to rest. Her stress levels on the other hand, demanded that the bake so that's what she did since 5am.
"Cookie Dough or Birthday Cake? Cookie Dough or Birthday Cake?..." she repeated to herself, trying to decide. In the mean time she began to clean up. Almond flour was everywhere and macaroons needed to be put away.
Suddenly a knock came at the door. Charlie picked her head up and stared at it. A patron? She hadn't had any all day. The knock came again.
"It's unlocked," she said loud enough for whoever was on the other side to hear.
(Tag: François Laffont)