Overbaked

Tears fell from my eyes as I stared at the overbaked cookies on the tray.

I couldn’t believe I spent the entire afternoon ruining a batch of something that was supposedly easy to make. Sure, it was an experiment, but I was tired of yet another failure. I just wanted to make a good cookie, for goodness sake.

Just then, Aunt Sally burst through the door, singing. She stopped when she saw me and my tray.

I was worried about what she’d say, considering she was a professional chef who dabbled in desserts. I was dreading the criticism she would shower upon me, raining it down like she would on her staff during a hectic day at the restaurant.

Instead, she ceremoniously took one of my cookies, broke it in two, and slowly put half in her mouth. After a bite, she smiled.

“It’s great!” She then took another bite and ruffled my hair. “This is really good. Keep perfecting it, all right?”

She winked and walked off, continuing with her song. I smiled and wiped away my tears. Back to the drawing board, then.

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Image source: deviantart.com/ladynutella/art/Cookie-102291135
First written December 19, 2017.
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