First, I can’t even count change. Let alone do the formula required to bake. To make a cake, you need 16 eggs, to put in those giant tubs. And I could not even remember how many eggs I put in! And messed up the recipe and would have to start over.
As a class, we made cookies, cinnamon rolls, brownies, scones, muffins, cream puffs, eclair, croissants, cupcakes, danish turnover, whole cakes, whole-fruit pies, cream parfait cups, cheesecakes, whole tiramisu, bagels, bread, panini, ciabatta, focaccia, milk rolls and sold to the student body what we made.
The best part was we got to taste everything!! And those we didn’t sell we ate! I waited all day for that one moment of pleasure.
Leigh would bake after class for the four of us. We would sit in the main foyer where the table and chairs were and joke about the course of or life. One day Willow pushed her long red hair back behind her ear and said. ”Guess what guys, we are going to have a big final test presention.” Dylan shrugged at her and slumped in the cafeteria chair. Marcus cupped his hands around his mug, “Oh Shit.”
At the same time, Leigh over and above with excitement! She knew exactly how to get back to Chef Penny, who always gave her bad grades.
Just to piss off the teacher, Leigh’s presentation was going to be on edible underwear!!