{hyperion} In which April channels Martha Stewart.
[See April. See April bake. Bake, April, Bake.
Twenty dozen eggs in the fridge can only be used for so many breakfasts before the natives get sick of them, and she's always been a bit of a domestic. So after a quick run to the grocery store to get what she didn't have, she came back and has been holed away in the kitchen ever since. There's a nice looking chocolate-frosted vanilla cake sitting on the table, with a note in front of it that says "Help yourself," while she's already working on the next one -- chocolate chip cookies.
It's been a while since she's actually made this much from scratch, but she's making plenty of mess -- she's got flour streaked across her forehead and all over the counter in front of her (which is why the cake's on the table, not the counter) and pauses for a moment to lick some of the batter off her fingers as she considers the recipe in front of her.]
Twenty dozen eggs in the fridge can only be used for so many breakfasts before the natives get sick of them, and she's always been a bit of a domestic. So after a quick run to the grocery store to get what she didn't have, she came back and has been holed away in the kitchen ever since. There's a nice looking chocolate-frosted vanilla cake sitting on the table, with a note in front of it that says "Help yourself," while she's already working on the next one -- chocolate chip cookies.
It's been a while since she's actually made this much from scratch, but she's making plenty of mess -- she's got flour streaked across her forehead and all over the counter in front of her (which is why the cake's on the table, not the counter) and pauses for a moment to lick some of the batter off her fingers as she considers the recipe in front of her.]