The Elite Four

chapter 10

Chapter 10

* Tarynn's POV *

After some time, Max had bought all the ingredients and so we were headed back home. Upon arrival, we unlocked the trunk and pulled out the items.

Max was excited and once all the food was in the kitchen, he had immediately started on his cooking adventure. Being the person he is, he chased all of us out of the kitchen so that he could concentrate and cook in peace.

Zoey stayed downstairs and watched the television while Drake continued watching the whale documentary upstairs. I was tired and decided to take a quick nap in my room. But, before I could doze off, I was called for. Actually, everyone was called for.

"Come here and help me everybody!" yelled Max from the kitchen. "I'm not a servant and all of you aren't kings so you had better come and slave here with me if you want any food at all!"

"Didn't you say that you wanted to cook in peace, without any one of us disturbing you?" asked Zoey as she pointedly looked at him.  

"Don't you know how the saying goes? Four heads are better than one."  

"There is no such saying," said Zoey.  

He tsked at her again. "That is Max's saying. Now now, wash your hands and help me."  

As soon as we had cleaned our hands, Max passed a big bowl to Drake.  

"Since Drake and Tarynn were assigned to bake for the art exhibition, we might as well begin here by baking some gingerbread cookies. Here, you will mix the ingredients together and it will form a dough," said Max as he looked through some of the drawers. "But since I can't find my rolling pin, you shall use..."  

He searched high and low for the rolling pin and couldn't find it. The cupboards and cabinets were all checked but no rolling pin could be found. All hope was almost lost until Max looked up at one particular place – the wine cellar.  

"A wine bottle!" he exclaimed as he pulled out a wine bottle from the cellar.  

Chuckling at Max, Zoey took the bottle from his hands and passed it to me.  

"Zoey, you can start by cooking the rice. Chop chop everyone!"  

Zoey and Max were off to make the risotto while Drake and I started on the cookies. Flour, eggs, butter, grounded cinnamon, nutmeg, spices... Drake seemed overwhelmed by the amount of ingredients on the table as he surveyed the items and scratched his head.  

"So, I suppose we start by measuring the flour," said Drake as he opened the packet of flour and poured it into the Pyrex cup for measurement. Unfortunately, due to the lack of experience, he had dumped all the flour into the cup which had obviously become flooded.  

I held in my laughter as he stared at the spilled flour, bewildered and not knowing what to do.  

"Maybe we should try pouring it in slowly," I suggested as I took the cup from him and gently poured some of the unwanted flour back into the packet.  

"Are you some sort of pro at this?" he asked as he settled on eating some sweets instead of trying to help.  

"Nope. But, I sure am better than you," I replied as I sieved the measured flour into a giant mixing bowl.   "Does that mean that you'll be able to do all the work for our art exhibition by baking all the pastries for them?" he asked.  

At once, I stopped sieving the flour and grabbed a handful of unsifted flour. Smiling sweetly at Drake, I threw the flour right at his face.  

Taking an orange gummy from the packet of gummies he had in his hand, I dipped it in some melted butter and stuck the sweet treat on his nose.