Sarah Mohr (haveabigmouth) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-05-19 16:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | open, sarah mohr |
Who: Sarah Mohr & Open
Where: main kitchen
When: Morning-ish on the 20th
What: Cookies!
Warnings: Sarah. Baking. Be afraid!
Sarah hadn’t been big on Christmas since she was a lot younger, back when she still believed in magic and happy endings, but it was hard not to get swept up in everyone else’s excitement around here, and she wanted to give something back, for everyone being so accepting and just taking her in sight unseen. So she’d scraped together some cash by shoveling neighborhood sidewalks, because she didn’t mind the work, and she’d gotten cookie dough and décor from the market down the street, she’d even gotten a couple wire cooling racks, since she hadn’t seen any in her previous explorations.
There was already one batch of gingerbread men cooling on said racks, and two more batches in the oven, she was just finishing up loading another baking sheet with the other shapes, trees and angels and wreaths mostly, and humming to herself as she did so. She’d sort out the décor by color once the last batch of cookies was actually in the oven, minimized cleanup time that way, and if there was one thing she’d gotten good at living with Darla, it was consolidating her cleanup. She checked the timer, nodding once and sliding the baking sheet onto the counter to make trading them out easier when the time came, and then took a couple wet paper towels to the table to mop up the spilled flour.