Chocolate Fix - OTA
Though they didn’t technically get weekends off, Hope still found that knowing it was Friday lifted a weight from her shoulders. It was purely a psychosomatic reaction, there was nothing less stressful about a Friday than any other day of the week but it was one that provided a sense of relief and good spirits.
She stopped working earlier than usually and went to the Mess Hall. Tonight, she wanted to do something fun. This was probably Atticus' influence. It wasn't a bad one at all, since it was inspiring baking. For all her genius she was not the best cook in the world, but she could bake and bake well. It was basically chemistry and math. She was good at that. This Friday, she traded her white lab coat for a white apron, twisted her hair up and began baking.
Chocolate cupcakes were her favorite and the kitchen had everything she needed to make them. She was happily thinking about the chemistry and fractions while she mixed, wet into dry, and humming quietly to herself when she slid the first trays into the oven to bake.
With the smell of baking chocolate filling the air, Hope started on the icing. You couldn’t have cupcakes without icing.
She stopped working earlier than usually and went to the Mess Hall. Tonight, she wanted to do something fun. This was probably Atticus' influence. It wasn't a bad one at all, since it was inspiring baking. For all her genius she was not the best cook in the world, but she could bake and bake well. It was basically chemistry and math. She was good at that. This Friday, she traded her white lab coat for a white apron, twisted her hair up and began baking.
Chocolate cupcakes were her favorite and the kitchen had everything she needed to make them. She was happily thinking about the chemistry and fractions while she mixed, wet into dry, and humming quietly to herself when she slid the first trays into the oven to bake.
With the smell of baking chocolate filling the air, Hope started on the icing. You couldn’t have cupcakes without icing.