Contest Seventeen -- Bake Off!

[glamourie]

Contest Seventeen
Bake Off!

Because I was writing a R'wign post and he was objecting to the lack of pies at the Gather.

For this contest, write your character having to bake some kind of sweets. You can make original ones, or use existing recipes (try to make them Pernese), you don't have to specify exact amounts, and if your character sucks at baking you're welcome to have them burn down the kitchens (in the entry anyway). Please no more than the length of a starting post here. 1000 words maximum.

Due Date: September 15th

Prize:
First Place -- 20 marks
Second Place -- 10 marks
Third Place -- 5 marks

Judging:
- Announcement will be opened with a week long voting by members of Selenitas Weyr, after the contest closes.

Have fun! <3

[rii]

Snarl.

Golden eyes slitted in silent seething. The intensity of the emotion there shifted them into molten pools of gold bubbling with annoyance and contempt. Due to some twisted humor of the heavens, there F'lix stood in the kitchen. A stained apron tied snugly around his form, arms were crossed high and tightly over his chest, and he hunched his shoulders to his face--obviously sulking over his predicament. How utterly demeaning to be resorted to doing a woman's work. No one better take notice. F'lix couldn't promise what he may or may not do to the individual foolish enough to interupt him.

Benden Baklava the recipe read. F'lix skimmed down the list of ingredients then shifted his glare to take stock of his gathered supplies. Butter, oil, dough, granulated sweetening, strained citrus juice, water, sweet syrup---wait, where were the nuts he had crushed and mixed with bark spice? F'lix riffled through the ingredients, swearing under his breath that he had set it the bowl right there. And then he saw it, the trail of brown powder leading over the edge of the table. Upon inspection F'lix, now crouched on the other side of the table, found the bowl turned over and the contents spilled. Now how did that happen..

Skitter skitter.

F'lix snapped upright, eyes level with the table and flicking back and forth but failing to find the source of the sound. How suspicious. F'lix rose and walked over to another counter to retrieve new ingredients, but the tinkling of glass bottles against one another made him spin around. The jars of oil and syrups were tilting back and forth. Something had knocked between them. F'lix stalked closer, moving slow with a predator's grace. The bowl in his hand ready for.. there!---Acting before really seeing, F'lix pounced to slam the bowl down on the small movement he saw. The jars scattered, tipping over and rolling off the edge, spilling out their contents as they went. F'lix didn't care, he had caught.. whatever it was.

Curiously F'lix laid the side of his face down against the table top and slowly lifted the edge of the bowl. He wasn't prepared for the darting green to shoot out, frill raised as it rushed his face. F'lix sprung away while snatching the nearby kitchen knife. He proceded to stab down at the tiny green, always seeming to miss by a hair and piercing the wooden table instead. Of course it never crossed his mind that someone might not appreciate him impaling their Salamandyr. The little green dashed down the length of the table, F'lix followed--quite literally climbing onto the table to chase after her. The bits of dough squished under his boots and his empty hand slipped through the butter. Yet nothing slowed him as he crawled after the Salamandyr, stabbing the knife as he went.

As they reached the edge, the green leaped and glided safely out of F'lix reach. The blue rider scowled darkly, ending in a tight crouch at the table's corner, hand holding the ledge while the other continued to pose the knife in the air. Butter slowly dripped off his fingers as he directed his malice at the annoying pest. The little green frilled at him and parted with taunt. Pretty pretty. Too slow, you. Too slow.

Oh sharding shells. F'lix growled, looked over his shoulder at the mess, and growled louder.

[Ooc: I have no idea how many words this is. And I borrowed Sylph >>]

[ace]

WIP



How hard can it be to bake a pie, Mina thought cheerfully as she pulled all of her ingredients together. She sat cross-legged in the middle of her barracks. Kunth watched with amusement as her Mina looked around for and apron. “This will work,” the weyrling rider murmured as she grabbed a discarded Bathrobe and tied it round her waste. I don't think this is the best idea MinaMine. What if you strike up a fire in here, you could catch your bed on fire. “No I won't,” Mina said in a completely nonchalant tone.

Lets see, what did that old recipe say? Mina had looked through the record room to find a suitable recipe, and she had come across one called Karma Cakes. At the site of the name, Mina couldn't help but crack a smile. Looking at the recipe, Mina was surprised to see it called for Dough, Butter, Klah, and Wine There was a note at the bottom. It said : “Serve this to somebody who needs to be put down a few notches. Warning: Eating to much of this will give somebody a chronic headache.”

Mina's devious mind had already began to plot a use for it, but it had to be successfully made before any of her devious plans could be put into action. Without care Mina began poring ingredients into her makeshift bowl. Unfortunately for her room mate, the bowl was actually her riding boot that Mina had snagged. The mixture seeped through the crevices in the shoe and began leaking onto the floor. Kunth looked down at the liquid solution; flicking her tongue out to taste it. The dragon's eyes changed color to orange. I don't think this is right MinaMine, it's extremely bitter. Kunth backed up and watched as the solution continued to seep onto the ground.

Mina looked around for some way to strike up a fire. According to the directions, she needed to let it sit above and open flame for fifteen minutes after it reached the right consistency. “Kunth, where did I put the tinder?” The green dragonet pointed a claw tip towards a small pile of tinder and wood that lay by the door. Mina took the tinder and struck up a fire.

Fifteen minutes later, Mina took the now charred riding boot out of the fire and put it aside to cool. “See,” Mina said triumphantly “Nothing wrong!” Nothing except... “Except what!?” Your hair's on fire. “STUPID SHARDING KARMA CAKE”

[ace]

Everytime I try to edit my post, it crashes my computer 0-0

[Avu]

@ace; try copying your post onto Word, making the changes, delete your previous post, and making a new one?