The Cookie Project

Chapter Four

        Julia dodged the flour cloud and we both burst out laughing. She clapped in my face and a dusty wind blew toward me. I sputtered as some flour entered my mouth.

        We were at my house and supposed to be making cookies. Well, it wasn’t going so well. After I had accidentally spread some sugar into the air, we had gone crazy.

        “Okay, okay!” I protested, dodging another clap of flour. I giggled and picked up a measuring cup from the ground.

        She laughed and started washing a big glass bowl in the sink. “Okay, what recipe are we making?” she asked, her face less red than it had been a few seconds ago.

        “I was thinking about a few recipes. We could first make a couple of batches of Chocolate Chunk and then experiment?” I suggested, scraping some dried up flour-water combo off of the measuring cup.

        “Sure,” Julia agreed, setting the washed bowl down onto the counter. She leaned over one of the recipes I had set down on the kitchen table. “So…” she read, her eyes bouncing from one side of the paper to the other. I turned off the water and joined her at the wooden table.

        “Okay, we need flour, sugar, baking powder, so on, and you get the chocolate chips and bars, kay?” I announced. Julia nodded and went to the pantry to get the chocolate chips and chocolate bars. I went over to the already set up flour, baking powder, water and sugar on the counter and unscrewed their jars and untied their bags. Julia came back with the chocolate and starting cutting up the bars into chunk-sized pieces. Sitting down in a chair opposite Julia at the counter, I carefully measured out the right ingredients and dumped them into the bowl. Then, I mixed some eggs and other ingredients into the mixture. Finally, Julia dumped the chocolate (yum!) in too.

        “Cooking time!” she exclaimed. I laughed and we took spoonful after spoonful of the dough and plopped it onto the waxed baking tray.

        I set the timer on my scary egg timer and we both went to my room to hang out.

 

 

        30 minutes later, we pulled the cookies out of the oven, the house filling with sweet goodness smells. Julia’s hand crept toward the tray and I rolled my eyes.

        “You want to get money or not?” I asked.

        “Hah… Yes?” she smiled. I transferred the warm cookies onto a plate and wrapped it in saran wrap. After repeating this process for 3 times, we had 90 cookies all ready for selling.

        “Okay, when are we selling them and where?” I asked.

        “Well, Hanna is having a Girl Scout fair thing and you can set up booths and sell stuff?” Julia suggested, referring to her younger, 9 year old sister. I nodded and shrugged.

        “When is it?” I asked.

        Julia shrugged her shoulders too and smiled. “Tomorrow,” she stated simply.

        “What?” I exclaimed.

        “Make $90 who cares? It’s a good start,” she raised an eyebrow.

        “Fine, good start,” I muttered. It would be a good start.