Secret Recipe // Greg // Rated G
Leaning against the fridge, Parker watched the mess his kitchen was in. Baking powder and flour scattered all over the counter and mixed with brown sugar. His fingers were still buttery sticky but he didn’t bother to wash them off. His dark blue shirt was smudged white in several places and he wore nothing more than a pair of boxers. He didn’t really look like a sergeant material at the moment.
Many years had gone by but he still remembered every step. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Put the vanilla and egg and mix on medium speed. Add the flour and mix on low speed until batter is stiff- remember do not overdo it!
It was twenty five minutes past midnight and the moon was high in the sky. Next door, Sally the collie was barking vigorously, probably having smelled the delectable aroma of the cookies warming up inside the oven.
Scoop 2 spoonfuls of the dough, roll them into a ball and place them in the baking sheet. Use the back of the spoon and flatten them. Try to make them about the same size. Do it again, and again.
The oven dinged, indicating the cookies were ready and Parker got off the counter. He grabbed the mitts, leaned down and carefully pulled out the cookies out of the heated oven. Golden brown. None burnt. Perfect. He set them on the table to let them cool down. Outside, Sally was barking even louder.
Chocolate chips cookies were his favorite. He would ask them everytime he got an A on his math test or when it was raining so hard the softball lessons were cancelled. When he couldn’t sleep or after his puppy died of heart failure.
Because it was Dean’s comfort food, and so it was his.
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Many years had gone by but he still remembered every step. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Put the vanilla and egg and mix on medium speed. Add the flour and mix on low speed until batter is stiff- remember do not overdo it!
It was twenty five minutes past midnight and the moon was high in the sky. Next door, Sally the collie was barking vigorously, probably having smelled the delectable aroma of the cookies warming up inside the oven.
Scoop 2 spoonfuls of the dough, roll them into a ball and place them in the baking sheet. Use the back of the spoon and flatten them. Try to make them about the same size. Do it again, and again.
The oven dinged, indicating the cookies were ready and Parker got off the counter. He grabbed the mitts, leaned down and carefully pulled out the cookies out of the heated oven. Golden brown. None burnt. Perfect. He set them on the table to let them cool down. Outside, Sally was barking even louder.
Chocolate chips cookies were his favorite. He would ask them everytime he got an A on his math test or when it was raining so hard the softball lessons were cancelled. When he couldn’t sleep or after his puppy died of heart failure.
Because it was Dean’s comfort food, and so it was his.
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