fandomhigh | Baking Workshop 6/26, Monday Morning

Piper smiles at the students as they arrive. "We're going to make chocolate chip cookies today. As always, I brought some samples."

"Next week, you get to bake whatever you want. I'd like each of you to find a recipe before then. They can easily be found online," she continues. She peers at all of them warily. "Try not to choose something that requires open flames."

Then she hands them a list of ingredients and instructions. "Feel free to ask questions if you have any."

Equipment Needed

Mixing Bowls

Measuring Cups

Measuring Spoons

Baking Sheets

Cooling Rack

Ingredients

2 sticks butter, softened

3/4 cup granulated white sugar

3/4 cup packed brown sugar

2 teaspoons vanilla extract

2 extra large eggs

2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

2 cups Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips

Instructions

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Combine butter, margarine, granulated sugar, and brown sugar in a large mixer bowl.

Add eggs one at a time, beating until fully incorporated.

Add vanilla extract and beat in.

Sift together the flour, baking soda, and salt in a small bowl.

Add to the wet mixture.

Stir in chocolate chips.

Drop by rounded tablespoons onto ungreased baking sheets.

Bake in the preheated oven for 10 to 12 minutes or until golden brown.

Let stand for about 1 minute and remove from hot baking sheet to cool on rack.

[ooc: ingredients and instructions from here.]

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"The dance isn't tomorrow, Anders," Sam reminded him. "Give it time."

"Oh. True," he admitted, then frowned. "I'm not really thinking that far ahead yet."

"One day at a time, and find something other than alcohol to get through it or you'll be in another kind of program," Sam told him bluntly.

Anders shook his head forcefully. "I'm not planning on making a habit of the drinking. Not after what it got me into, especially. She says she thinks I can be a better person, and I'm not gonna let her down by turning into a lush or something."

"A better person?" Sam stole a couple of chocolate chips. "What's wrong with the person you are now?"

"Frak if I know," Anders said, shrugging and opting to ignore the chocolate chip theft. "That's what she said."

Sam rolled her eyes. God spare her from teenage melodrama. "You do what you want with your life, Anders. You'll rise to whatever the world throws at you, but don't go looking for trouble."

Anders shrugged again. "Wasn't planning on it, really. Not like trouble doesn't find us here easy enough anyway."

Still, he was a little confused. "Why? What'd you think I'd do?"

"I just worry. People make dumb life decisions when they're heartbroken." As she knew very well. Sam sighed. "With what happens here? Could be anything."

"Last night was so not a life decision," Anders said quickly. "And I'm not going to do anything like shave my head or get weird piercings or run off and join the circus."

"I was a little more worried about you running off into danger the next time we're invaded," Sam replied, "but I'm glad to hear about the lack of head shaving and piercings. What would you do for the circus?"

"I'd probably end up selling peanuts, now that I think about it." Anders chuckled a little bit. "But naw, I'm no hero or anything. Just 'cause I dreamed I was doesn't mean I'm ready for that yet. But I'd still like to think I'd be useful for more than just hiding, you know?"

"You dreamed you were a hero?" Sam asked, then whispered, "do you want to talk about it, or just ignore it for now?"

Louder, she said, "Of course you're useful for more than just hiding."

Anders hesitated. "Not sure I want to talk about it yet. It was pretty freaky, and . . . well, Cally sort of used my dreams as a reason to dump me, so I kind of hate my dreams right now."

He did manage a laugh though. "I am? Like for what?"

"You're not afraid to do what needs to be done," she shrugged, "That's all being a hero is, you know."

"I'm not?" Anders considered this. "I never thought about it that way. Sometimes I'm not sure I even know what needs to be done."

Sam snickered. "No one ever is, even while they're doing it."

"Well, that makes me feel better," Anders replied, actually grinning now. "Guess that means I should learn to stop second guessing myself all the time, huh?"

"Yes. And if you figure that out, would you please tell me how?" She laughed.

Anders saluted her awkwardly. "I'll do that."

Sam laughed again. "I'm gonna try not to blow up the kitchen now. And straighten that elbow, soldier."

Anders straightened his elbow as ordered and grinned. "Yeah, I'm going to get to that myself. Good luck, Carter."

"You too, Anders. And don't forget to knock if you need it." She went back to her station, sighed, and got to work measuring and mixing.

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