The Okitwawa Camp

Chapter Twenty-One: The Kitchen Part 1

Friday July 17, 2020, 9:00 A.M

*Lana's pov*

I wake up brutally, getting dizzy by the sound of the bells all around me. I stop myself from muttering "Five more minutes" and yet I remain silent; it's time for the third challenge-cooking.

I feel like I might die. I really don't want to cook. Most of all, we won't be having the recipes! Following Audrey to the kitchen earlier then all the other campers, I sigh deeply.

A task, a challenge..Pouting along the way, I take a glance at my short height. If I was a tiny bit taller, I would give a huge slap across Cassandra's smiling cheeks!

Yet no, I can't.

Reluctantly, I stand aside Audrey, waiting for the cook's instructions.

- Today, you'll cook key lime pies. The ingredients are on the table, and don't forget to put on an apron. You have an hour. A rude voice learns us

I shift towards my friend, helpless.

- You know how to do that? I demand, my voice full of hope

- Well, we can try! She replicates dryly, rummaging through the ingredients.

I pretend like I know what I'm doing, as I'm actually rethinking the whole cause. Give up? No, I'll look too pessimistic.

- We have to start with the soft ingredients...Audrey announces confidently, sorting them out.

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An hour later, Audrey and I stand in front of our key lime pie improvisation. She shows a proud smile, but I stare at it, my eyes squinted from anticipation.

- Is it normal that the lemon drips down? And normally, it doesn't look this creamy.. I inquire Audrey, anxious

- C'mon, I know how to cook a key lime pie. I know my grandma's recipe! She adds, bringing the plates over to the campers who are supposed to test our meal

To my surprise, Cassandra stands beside the three campers; probably one by tent. I swallow hard, watching Audrey placing each plate in front of each camper.

I take a deep breath, focusing on the three of them. One of about six years old, along with Mary-Phoebe, who's fifteen, and a boy of about sixteen. Not so bad, I try to convince myself.

- You can taste the pie. Cassandra says, nodding her head.

And so, simultaneously, everyone takes a bite.

- Ew! 4 out of 10! Complains the youngest

- 5 out of 10...A bit too sweet..Mary-Phoebe tells us, wincing

Which makes an average note of 4.5. If the guy puts more than 5, Audrey and I could possibly pass. I shut my eyes, my fingers crossed.

- 6 out of 10..Not enough lemon..

I look at Audrey, nervous. My competencies in maths? Awful.

- This gives you guys an average note of 4.6, Cassandra reveals, you'll have one last chance to win this turn.

She pauses, before giving us a look.

- As promised.