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What's Cookin Good Lookin?

A few weeks went by, and I had a date with Yelena to bake some good ass desserts. And conveniently, it was the 21st of September, which meant I got to scream September at the top of my lungs whenever I wanted.

Awesome.

I got to Yelena's house around 11:30, and she was impatiently standing at the front door with a knife in her hand and a bowl sitting atop her head.

"What took you so long?" She asked with her thick Russian accent, "I almost started the macaroons without you."

"Sorry! James needed my help this morning hammering a few nails into the wall for some project he's working on," I apologized, "but I am so excited to have a full day of baking. I haven't done this for years!"

"Okay less talking, more baking let's go!" She ordered, turning to enter through the door but hitting the door frame because she couldn't see through the damn bowl.

I was laughing my ass off and it hadn't been even a minute in her house.

"I think the door is that way," I laughed, walking in her house and taking in the scent of marshmallow, "your house smells soooo good."

"Yeah bitch it always smells good," she smiled as she followed me into her kitchen.

I looked like a child on Christmas morning.

There were bags upon bags of chocolate chips on her counter, added with sugar and flour, and all of the necessities needed for baking whatever we could possibly dream of. Thank god we were doing this for a party coming up in two days. We wouldn't have been able to get everything done in one.

"Dude how much did all of this cost?!" I exclaimed, running to open the first bag of chocolate chips and eat a handful.

Yelena through for a moment before grabbing the bag out of my hands right as I was about to eat a handful, "like 500 bucks."

"500?!" I shouted, and she laughed.

"Yes dumbass, 500," she said, unimpressed, "now you're doing it wrong. You have to throw each and every one up in the air, trying to catch as many as possible!"

I love Yelena.

She's my bitch I can do stupid shit with and not feel stupid while doing it.

"Oh hell yeah!" I exclaimed, watching her grab two handfuls and nod over at me to make sure I was ready. I took a few steps back, my eyes in contact with her forest green eyes as I gave her a determined nod back.

And she threw the chocolate chips up and toward me, and I opened my mouth like it was snowing. I could only catch a few out of the hundreds of chocolate chips, but we both screamed as I looked back down at the floor to see the mess.

"MY TURN MY TURN!" Yelena exclaimed, her Russian accent showing through the more excited she got.

"Okay okay!"

I grabbed the bag from her, grabbing several huge handfuls and putting it in one of the bowls before flinging the chocolate chips into the air. It was raining chocolate chips.

🎶Hallelujah!🎶

🎶It's raining chocolate chips🎶

We laughed as we watched our mess grow bigger in the floor, completely ignoring cleaning it up before continuing with our day.

"Later?" I asked, and she nodded her head.

"Let's feel bad about cleaning later," she laughed, and we went behind her counter to start baking. We started by trying to make macaroons, but after putting them in the oven we watched them not rise to the cute little aesthetic we expected.