So I decided to post one of my English essays on here. Why? You ask, well because it has to do with baking. It is one of my best essays and I take great pride in it and I want you all to read it!
So here it is :) I hope you like it.
The Cupcake
There
is a time of day just before night, when it is not quite dark but the daylight
is gone and the rain just starts to drizzle; when all the other animals
sedately wander back to their warm and overstuffed bed. This is the time of
night that you will find me in the kitchen and my overly attentive dog sitting
behind the line of obedience watching me prepare for a night of baking.
My
recipe book lies on the counter with my boom box and apron, all patiently
waiting for me to appear. I effortlessly slide my apron on; I then move to my
boom box increasing the volume bit by bit until I can no longer hear my
footsteps. Finally I thumb through the
pages of my recipe book looking for the one that just can’t be passed. I
reached the perfect recipe, and without a glance at the title I knew what it
was; my double chocolate cupcakes.
Before I can make
this marvelous dessert I have to corral my ingredients. I start
with the foundation of the cupcake: eggs, milk, flour, sugar, salt, baking soda
and powder. Now I add in the cocoa
powder; and adjust the oven to the established degree whether that is 350 or
325. Now it is time to meld the ingredients together. I take my cold worn out
stainless steel bowl along with an exhausted electric mixer. The dry
ingredients are first, now drop the eggs in one by one; after each egg is
dropped I hear a sudden sputter of the engine.
After each addition I make sure the egg is fully beat in; for when I’m
finished my batter should be glossy looking like ice on a frozen lake.
In
the back of the room sits my broken down and battered cupcake pan. If you look
close enough you can see baked-on batter giving the illusion of rust spots. I
make the rust spots disappear by adding blue shiny paper cups. I spoon the
batter into the cups using my state-of-the-art ice cream scoop, getting equal
amounts into each cup. As I slide the pan into the oven and set the timer for
22 minutes I think to myself “what are you going to end up looking like”. While
thinking of how they will turn out; my mouth starts to water. I wonder how chocolaty and moist the cake
will be.
As
I sit and watch the batter slowly grow into becoming a cupcake I long to open
the door and try one. Waiting is always the worst part of baking there is so
much anticipation. But the moment when the timer goes off is pure delight, when
I took them out of the oven and smelt the delicious aroma of chocolate, my body
gave way. My temptations heightened as I transferred them from the pan to the
cooling rack for I longed to take a bite out of one. As the little bundles of
joy cooled I made their topping. The finish line is near just one more thing to
make them perfect; the frosting.
The
frosting is the most important part of a cupcake. It is the first thing that
people see when walking by, and the first thing that touches the taste buds, it
is the bow on top of the present. There is only one type of frosting that goes
well with this cupcake, chocolate buttercream. There are only five ingredients
that you need: melted chocolate, butter, vanilla, powdered sugar, and
shortening. I toss everything into my worn out stainless steel bowl and I
gather the beaters to my exhausted mixer; and I start to mix them together;
tasting it every step of the way.
I
look over to find my dog no longer waiting for crumbs to strike the floor but
instead curled up and sleeping soundly on his warm and overstuffed bed. I have
finally come to the end of baking and frosting. As I grab one of the cupcakes and
exit the kitchen I look over my shoulder only to see a messy kitchen and a sink
full of dishes. I slowly wander away while stuffing my mouth with my double
chocolate cupcake thinking to myself that someone else will simply clean up
after me (after all I did just bake them cupcakes J
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