The Great Pittsburgh Bake Off ch 4/12 Tastes Like Chocolate
Today's prompt: Chocolate
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All week, as Sid practiced his cookies for the Cookie Week challenges, he thought about Geno, sleeping in the men’s room. Maybe it was just that one night. But judging from the well worn sleeping bag and blanket, Sid doubted it.
On Sunday, he’d said his new apartment would be ready the next day. Why would he lie, right?
But if he were lying, how would he practice for the week’s bakes? No practice equaled asking for disaster, but that was on Geno. Sid didn’t have any extra time to worry about someone who already rejected his help.
By Wednesday, Sid had to know if Geno really did have a new apartment. He’d baked his cookie bars and sculpted his Showstopper enough times that he felt comfortable he could get a decent product that weekend.
He held out til 5 Wednesday evening, having argued with himself until he finally said Fuck it and grabbed his keys. If Geno were there, maybe Sid could convince him to stay with him. He had a spare bedroom and plenty of baking supplies.
But it would absolutely be the last time he tried. “You can’t save everyone, baby,” his mother had always said when he brought home an injured ladybug or dragonfly. Maybe each time he tried, he was trying to save her all over again.
Chapter 4
Photo courtesy of Pillsbury
All week, as Sid practiced his cookies for the Cookie Week challenges, he thought about Geno, sleeping in the men’s room. Maybe it was just that one night. But judging from the well worn sleeping bag and blanket, Sid doubted it.
On Sunday, he’d said his new apartment would be ready the next day. Why would he lie, right?
But if he were lying, how would he practice for the week’s bakes? No practice equaled asking for disaster, but that was on Geno. Sid didn’t have any extra time to worry about someone who already rejected his help.
By Wednesday, Sid had to know if Geno really did have a new apartment. He’d baked his cookie bars and sculpted his Showstopper enough times that he felt comfortable he could get a decent product that weekend.
He held out til 5 Wednesday evening, having argued with himself until he finally said Fuck it and grabbed his keys. If Geno were there, maybe Sid could convince him to stay with him. He had a spare bedroom and plenty of baking supplies.
But it would absolutely be the last time he tried. “You can’t save everyone, baby,” his mother had always said when he brought home an injured ladybug or dragonfly. Maybe each time he tried, he was trying to save her all over again.
Chapter 4