Today’s things are: brownie, spatula, drama
For reasons best known to her, our teacher Miss Teresa on a Monday morning insisted we have our cooking class. The only good thing about our cooking lesson was we got to eat whatever it was we cooked.
So, we’d trek to the school kitchen and stand around Miss Teresa went about explaining what it was we were going to attempt to make.
Today she wanted NO drama as we were going to make brownies.
The ingredients were laid out, and we set to work.
My cooking partner was Leslie Arrow, the most unco girl in the class and if the ingredients could be stuffed up, then Leslie was your girl.
All went well, I gave her the spatula to stir the mix before we ladled it out into the pan for cooking.
As she assisted the mix into the pan, she’d lick the spatula, much to my horror, and then put it back into the mix.
I shot up my hand to complain to Miss Teresa, and just as I opened my mouth, I felt the spatula slap against my face.
There was a stunned silence as I looked at Leslie, standing there with the spatula in her hand she licked it in the most provocative way scaring the life out of me.