The next day it storms.
I feel as grumpy as the dark clouds that rolled in this morning,
However Ella maintains her positive outlook.
"Let's bake cookies!" She says pulling me into the kitchen.
I groan, but it's hard to stay grumpy around Ella for long.
We begin pulling ingredients from shelves,
Quickly realising some substitutions may be necessary.
"I can't find chocolate chips," I say from the pantry.
"Just chop up a Hershey's bar," she calls to me from the fridge.
"Do we have baking powder?" Ella asks me.
"I found dessert yeast, whatever that is," I respond.
We look at the array of ingredients spilled across the counter.
"This isn't going to work," I say.
"Yes it will," Ella responds, confident as ever.
A/n: this is a true story from when I was in Italy. I attempted to make chocolate chip cookies with no chocolate chips, baking soda or baking powder and no wax paper. Surprisingly, they turned out great, leading me to believe that one must try in order to truly screw up chocolate chip cookies b
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