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[color=slategray][sub]The Rare Just Jordan Post

Starring: [color=fc7bd7][b]Daisy “Cookies Are a Type of Cake!” Pryor[/b][/color]
Location: One of the Four Corners

Mentions: Parker! [@Fabricant451][/sub][/color][/center]
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[indent][indent]Daisy was bored.

This was never a good thing, because it very often led to her doing things that weren’t exactly recommended, which sometimes led to her parents being involved. Luckily, that wasn’t the case tonight! She just wanted something to eat! Something sweet, and sugary. Maybe cookies! Yes, yes. Cookies.

Daisy launched herself off of her bed, where she’d been sitting and watching Robin Hood; the Disney version, of course. Once she landed on her feet, she briefly glanced at her reflection in the mirror of her vanity table, making a silly face at herself. She scrunched up her nose and made kissy lips, before she stuck her tongue out at herself.

This made her smile wide, before the room filled up with her giggles. She was [i]hilarious[/i]!

Daisy skipped out of her bedroom and to the hallway, before bounding down the hall. She reached the top of the massive, beautiful, [url=https://www.vickitruitt.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Spiral-Grand-Staircase.jpg]grand staircase[/url] that led to the first floor of the mega-mansion she lived in, and smiled. Rather than walk down the stairs like someone [i]normal[/i] would do, Daisy sat down on the railing and slid down, whooshing past her father as he did so. The man paused halfway up the the steps, on his way to his bedroom, and looked down at his daughter as she hopped off the end, [color=af1818][b]“what’s going on, Daisy?”[/b][/color] Jayce asked, though he found himself painfully aware of the fact that he might not understand.

[color=fc7bd7][b]“I’m going to the kitchen! To show the world that it’s a piece of cake, to bake a pretty cake!”[/b][/color] Daisy called out in response, and when her father didn’t look he understood, Daisy just smiled more, [color=fc7bd7][b]“I’m gonna make some cookies! Peanut butter and chocolate chip. Not like, peanut butter cookies with chocolate chips, but cookies with chocolate chips [i]and[/i] peanut butter chips,”[/b][/color] she added in explanation. It made sense to her. Besides, who didn’t like the smell of cookies? It was kind of late, sure, but it wasn’t [i]that[/i] late! As long as she was in bed by ten, she’d be ready for school! It was a late start day tomorrow anyway. She had time.

[color=af1818][b]“Well, can’t argue with that. Save some for me. Have fun. I think we have all kinds of chips… There’s butterscotch, and white chocolate chips, too. Maybe try those?”[/b][/color]

That was an awesome idea! [color=fc7bd7][b]“That’s an awesome idea, Daddy! I’ll give it a shot!”[/b][/color] She smiled and waved, before spinning around, and sliding across the floor. The first floor was all hardwood, the entire way through (excluding the bathrooms, which were some kind of expensive tile), and Daisy took advantage of that almost every day. How so? By sliding across the floor in socks, duh! It was fun. The [i]only[/i] way it could have been anymore fun was if she had a dog to follow her around.

Daisy sighed mournfully as she found her way in the kitchen, but chose not to think too much about how she didn’t have a dog. She could just go to the animal shelter tomorrow and play and snuggle them all! She looked around the kitchen, and clapped her hands together. Time to get to work!

[color=fc7bd7][b]“First! Gather your ingredients!”[/b][/color] The base of the recipe was simple, something that her grandmother on her mother’s side had taught her when she was younger. [color=fc7bd7][b]“All purpose baking flour!”[/b][/color] She walked to one of the drawers, and pulled out the big bag of flower, throwing it on the island in the center of the kitchen with a huff; it was heavy! [color=fc7bd7][b]“Baking soda, and baking powder! Salt! Wait, salt’s already there...”[/b][/color]

Daisy climbed up onto of the countertop and opened up the cupboard that was high above the ground. This had the [i]finer[/i] ingredients, like baking powder and baking soda. [color=fc7bd7][b]“White sugar! Brown sugar! Vanilla extract! ...where do we keep vanilla extract?”[/b][/color] She hopped off the counter and put the sugars, and baking powder and baking soda in her arms, tossing them onto the island beside the flour. Then, she began her hunt for vanilla extract. What even was vanilla? Why did it need to be extracted? Why did it smell [i]so fantastic,[/i] yet taste so icky? Throwing open cupboard after cupboard, pulling open drawer after drawer… she eventually found the tiny bottle, and put it on the counter beside her other dry ingredients.

At this point, she took her electric kettle and put some water inside of it, setting it to ding once the water reached boiling temperature. [color=fc7bd7][b]“The water is for later! Forget it for now!”[/b][/color] She explained, to no one in particular, before going about her collection of ingredients once again. [color=fc7bd7][b]“Eggs! Large! Normal size is okay, but if you look at the cartons at the grocery store, they have sizes! Small! Medium! Large! Jumbo! Large is best for baking, it has the most liquid in it! Get two of them and set aside!”[/b][/color] She said, opening up the fridge and pulling out the eggs and setting them to the side.

[color=fc7bd7][b]“Get a mixing bowl!”[/b][/color] Daisy said, while pulling out a bowl from a drawer underneath the stove. She put the bowl on the counter, and got a measuring cup. [color=fc7bd7][b]“Okay. Two and a half cups of the flour from earlier! Remember, when you buy flour, to put it in the freezer for one day! This is to keep the weevil eggs from hatching! Weevils are lil bugs that live in all kinds of stuff. Flour is one of their favorite homes! I wish they weren’t real, but they are! Mix the flour with one teaspoon of baking soda and one teaspoon of baking powder! Finally, throw in a pinch of salt.”[/b][/color] She said, flicking her wrist as she threw the salt into the bowl, then mixed it up with a spoon.

As she finished thoroughly mixing it all together, the kettle dinged and she spun on her heel. [color=fc7bd7][b]“Time to explain the water!”[/b][/color] She got two large glasses down, and distributed the boiling water evenly. Then, she went to the fridge, and got two sticks of hard butter. [color=fc7bd7][b]“Butter! The final ingredient. Take the boiling water from before! Pour it into two cups! Then, get butter. After one minute, pour the water out!”[/b][/color] Daisy poured the water out and then stood the sticks of butter up vertically, then flipped the cups upside down and put them over the butter sticks.

[color=fc7bd7][b]“You see, you want softened butter! Some people think that you can just microwave butter to achieve this effect. They would be wrong! Microwaving butter melts it, you just want it softened! Plus, it destroys the consistency! Using heat from the cups to do it doesn’t cause any damage or ruin any proteins! Once the butter is softened, put it inside your mixing bowl! I have a stand-up mixer! I recommend it a lot. At this point, preheat your oven!”[/b][/color] Daisy dumped the two sticks of butter, now softened, into a stand up mixing bowl. Then, she went over to the oven, and hit the preheat button, pressing the temperature buttons. [color=fc7bd7][b]“Three hundred and fifty degrees, Fahrenheit! Three hundred and twenty-five if you have a convection oven! I don’t, so I do three hundred and fifty. That’s one hundred and seventy-seven in Celsius! Now, while the oven preheats, complete mixing!”[/b][/color]

[color=af1818][b]“Daisyyyy! Who are you yelling at?”[/b][/color]

The voice came from upstairs, and caused Daisy to pause for a moment, before she yelled up her answer. [color=fc7bd7][b]“One of my stuffed animals is in here! He’s a llama! His name is Billy! He says hello! I’m teaching him to bake cookies!”[/b][/color] She responded, and there wasn’t a response for a solid ten seconds, during which Daisy remained still and patient.

[color=af1818][b]“...kay!”[/b][/color]

Good enough! Daisy turned her attention back to the project at hand. Really, shouting out the steps helped her remember them! Which was very important, since she quite liked cookies, and wanted to keep baking them all her life. [color=fc7bd7][b]“In your mixing bowl! Mix your softened two sticks of butter with three fourths cup of white sugar, and three fourths cup of firmly packed brown sugar! Do it until it gets smooth. This could take some time, but never fear, and never ever turn the mixer on high! Keep it on low, let it go slowly if it needs to go slowly.”[/b][/color] Daisy explained, watching as the mixer went round and round, round and round. After a while, she seemed satisfied, [color=fc7bd7][b]“now, beat in your two eggs! One at a time. Finally, add vanilla. Just a teaspoon! Vanilla is strong stuff, and it’s mostly for aroma. You want your house to smell like you’re baking cookies! Of course, in my case they also hear it…”[/b][/color]

She smiled sheepisly in the direction of her stuffed animal. She hadn’t meant to stress her father out… whoops! All was well, though. [color=fc7bd7][b]“Once you’ve added in the vanilla, slowly add in the flour mixture! Take your time here, it’s one of the most vital parts…”[/b][/color] She carefully and slowly moved the mixture over, one big table spoon at a time. Once it was all done, she shut the machine off and pulled the bowl off.

[color=fc7bd7][b]“Now, get your chips! I’m using semi-sweet milk chocolate, semi-sweet white chocolate, a little bit of butterscotch, and a lot a bit of peanut butter! Now, normally you just do one cup chocolate chip and one cup peanut butter! I’m doing one cup peanut butter, half cup milk chocolate, half cup white chocolate, and one fourth cup butterscotch! Keep the chips out, if you’re like me. I like to put some on top of the cookies after they’re baked! If not, put them away. Fold in the chips with your spatula, gently! A spoon works if you have nothing else!”[/b][/color] She dumped the sugar bomb in, and slowly folded it in with her wooden spoon, licking the dough off the end after she was finished.

[color=fc7bd7][b]“Take your cookie sheet! We have non-stick cookie sheets! You might need to grease yours some! Be careful not to put too much, or you’ll risk your cookie’s integrity! Really, you should just buy some non-stick sheets. Put rounded teaspoonfuls onto your sheet! When your sheet is full, put it in the oven!”[/b][/color] She pulled down the oven and threw the sheet inside, [color=fc7bd7][b]“This makes one batch of eighteen cookies! Bake for eight to ten minutes, or until the edges are golden. Everyone’s oven cooks a lil different! Mine takes exactly nine minutes and twenty-five seconds. Set the timer! Now, comes the hard part.”[/b][/color]

Dun!

Dun!


Dunnnn!

[color=fc7bd7][b]“THE WAITING!”[/b][/color] Daisy sighed, and set about cleaning up. She wasn’t just going to leave a mess for her mother to have to clean up later! She put away all the ingredients, and rinsed out her baking utensils… when she looked at the timer, there was still time left, BUT. The timer had just over three minutes! That meant she had time. [color=fc7bd7][b]“Oh, quick quick! Pluto, turn on some Disney music!”[/b][/color] Daisy said, still holding the wooden spoon from earlier. As she spoke to her assistant, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlMZXtATye4]music[/url] began playing, as requested.

Daisy beamed. She loved this song! Of course, she loved every song, but she [i]especially[/i] loved this song. It was from one of her favorite movies! She held the spoon up to her mouth, and began to sing, pretending it was a microphone. [color=fc7bd7][b]“Open up your eyes and take look at me, get the picture fixed in your memory, I’m driven by the rhythm like the beat of a heart, and I won’t start till I start to stand out!”[/b][/color] Daisy had an [i]excellent[/i] singing voice, given to her by years of devoted practice and training by various professionals. She [i]really[/i] liked to sing, and was somewhat of a songbird, or a songstress, depending on who you asked. In her own opinion, she was above average, but not really [i]all[/i] that impressive!

As the second part of the verse began, she moonwalked in a circle around the island she’d used as a baking platform, [color=fc7bd7][b]“some people settle for the typical thing, livin’ all their lives waitin’ in the wings, it ain’t a question of ‘if,’ just a matter of time, before I move to the front of tha lineeee.”[/b][/color] She spun on her heel and tipped her body backward as the big pre-chorus line began, [color=fc7bd7][b]“once you’re watching every move that I make, you gotta believe that I got what it takes!”[/b][/color]

[color=fc7bd7][b]“To stand out! Above the crowd, even if I gotta shout out loud! Til mine is the only face you’ll say, gonna stand outttttt… til you notice me!”[/b][/color]

She slid her way over to the oven and hit the ‘light’ button as she continued to sing, wanting to watch her cookies as they baked, [color=fc7bd7][b]“if the squeaky wheel is always gettin’ the grease, see I’m totally devoted to disturbing the peace, and I’ll do it all again, when I get done! Until I become your number oneeee,”[/b][/color] She leaned toward the cookies… Damn — er, [i]dang[/i], nothing yet!

[color=fc7bd7][b]“No methods to my madness, and no means of escape, gonna break every rule, or bend them all outta shape, it ain’t a question of ‘how,’ just a matter of when that you get the message that I’m trying to send.”[/b][/color] She climbed up onto the cleared off kitchen island, carefully scaling her way up one of the barstools.

[color=fc7bd7][b]“I’m under a spell, in over my head, and you know I’m going all of the way to the end!”[/b][/color] She slid to the end of the island, before jumping down, spinning in the air and landing on one foot, carefully catching her balance with a grin on her face that said ‘I almost got messed up!’ as she sang the second chorus. Then, came her favorite part! The [i]bridge, the build up![/i]

[color=fc7bd7][b]“If I could make you stop and take a look at me, instead of just walking by, there’s nothin’ that I wouldn’t do, if it was gettin’ you to notice I’m aliveeeee!”[/b][/color] She paused after that line, looking down at the ground as she got ready for the second part. [color=fc7bd7][b]“All I need is half a chance, a second thought, a second glance to prove, I got whatever,”[/b][/color] as she sang the longer notes, she threw her head backward, her hair whooshing after her. [color=fc7bd7][b]“it takessssss!”[/b][/color]

She flicked her head back down and took one hand off of the spoon to push her bangs out of her face, revealing a huge smile, before she winked. [color=fc7bd7][b]“It’s a piece of cake.”[/b][/color] Then, she sang the chorus until the end of the song.

[color=fc7bd7][b]“Til you notice me.”[/b][/color] She finished the song and giggled to herself, then heard the [i]ding![/i] from the oven and smiled widely. [color=fc7bd7][b]“Yay! Cookies are done.”[/b][/color] She opened the oven and used oven mitts that looked like Minnie Mouse’s gloves, then scooped the eighteen cookies off onto a cooling rack, finally, she tossed a few of each kind of chip on them as a topping of sorts, then took her phone out, snapping a picture of them.

[quote][b]To:[/b] [color=9acd32][b]Parker![/b][/color]

[color=fc7bd7][b]I made cookies! I’ll save you some![/b][/color][/quote]

She sent the picture, and then got herself a bowl, reaching into the freezer and grabbing the vanilla ice cream. She scooped some into the bowl, then grabbed two cookies, putting the still hot cookies on top of the ice cream. She grabbed the bowl and retreated toward the living room, where she spent the next hour or so watching Tangled until she fell asleep with her bowl still in her hands.

She had been up too late.[/indent][/indent]