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Drabble - A Spoonful Of Sugar Makes The Medicine Go Down - Reese
/Daniel
By: Mascii Date: June 11, 2013, 11:05 am
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[quote]emeraldsydie asked:For Daniel: Cook: I’ll write a drabble
of our characters cooking together.[/quote]
He had felt a little helpless, standing in a stranger’s kitchen
trying to make a basic chocolate chip cookie. Although Reese and
Syd had meant well, he had no idea where anything was, and had
spent that horrible afternoon being handed things and babied
while Syd and Reese talked. Catching on after that day, despite
the fact that he hadn’t uttered a syllable of complaint, Syd had
offered to come help Daniel cook in his own kitchen, and
something of his own choosing. He was beyond relieved. Daniel
hadn’t had any idea how terrifying cooking could be until he was
in an unfamiliar place He had never even seen Syd’s home before,
much less used her kitchen, and he was still so unused to having
the bandages over his eyes..
But at home, in own kitchen, he stepped around confidently and
much more in control than expected. Reese went and let Syd in
the back door, Daniel already elbow-deep in dough.
“Wow, jumping the gun a little bit, aren’t we tiger?” Syd said,
and he could hear the amusement and surprise in her voice. Her
footsteps on the kitchen floor – was she wearing tennis shoes or
slip-ons? What color were they, he wondered? “What are we
making?”
He straightened up, letting his hand that clutched a rolling pin
drop softly on the countertop. He faced her, even though he
couldn’t see her. It was more from habit than anything. Daniel
gestured with his free hand, keeping his elbow tightly bent in
case he was closer to something he could knock into than he
thought. “On the cooler is an apple pie, that was easy enough to
make, but I still think it probably looks hideous…” he frowned,
“I’m mixing up the dough for a sweetbread, and I have the stuff
pulled out for these chocolate marshmallow tarts I want to try,
along with classic creampuffs…”
“Wow, ambitious, aren’t we?”
For a moment, he had forgotten his awkwardness with Syd, and his
face broke into one of surprise. “U-Um..I m-mean..if that’s
okay…”
“Of course it is, just don’t expect me to know what you want me
to do. You look like you’re handling it pretty well by yourself,
actually.” He could hear the kindness in her tone, and it made
him flush and smile, facing down where he knew his hands must
be.
“W-well..the problem is that some of it I have to mix to a
certain consistency, or a certain color, so having someone to
check it makes it easier.” He paused, feeling that saying such a
thing made him sound like she was just there as a filler or a
formality. “I-if you want, you could get started on the
creampuffs…have you ever m-made them before?”
“Yeah, actually. It’s been awhile, though.” He heard her walk
around the counter and start mixing, measuring out ingredients,
and he stopped for a moment to listen.
“Where did Reese go?” he said suddenly, sensing that his brother
was no longer in the room.
“Oh, I think he went upstairs,” Syd said breezily, preoccupied
with her task. Daniel continued to mix the dough expertly,
feeling the consistency of the flour beneath his fingertips,
then molding it into the breadpan. “Hey, Daniel?”
“Hmm?”
“How long have you been baking?”
He pouted his lips a little in thought, turning over the second
loaf of bread in his hands. “I guess since I was old enough to
be allowed in the kitchen. I was so excited to help make my own
birthday cakes when I was little, I couldn’t even put it into
words. Mom let me put the homemade icing on and everything.” He
slipped the dough into the pan, turning a slow 360 and attempted
to put the bread pans into the oven. It didn’t take him long
before he accidentally slipped, his hand hitting the side of the
fully-heated oven. “Ow!”
“Are you okay?” Syd called out, concerned, “You should have let
me do that.”
“It’s f-fine,” he said, sucking on the end of his fingertip. “I
would have done it, blind or not…”
“Aw, don’t say that, Daniel…” she paused a long time, then
added, “I wish I could tell you ‘it won’t be long’, but in all
honesty, it’ll feel like forever I’ll bet.”
“Yeah, it will…” he sighed. “And there’s not even a guarantee
I’ll ever get my sight back, and knowing my luck..” he trailed
off unable to finish the sentence. Syd said nothing, unable to
reassure him in any way or promise him it was going to be
alright. After a minute or two, he stood up again, setting his
shoulders. “Well, what about you, Syd? How long have you been
baking?”
“Well, if you mean overall, about four, five years?” The click
of a glass measuring cup on the table, the clank of a spoon
being moved against the sides of a metal bowl. “But baking
decently? A couple of years now. I really love it, though.”
Daniel stopped, smiling up at her. “Me, too.” And even though he
couldn’t see her face, he knew she was smiling back at him.
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