Blob (2010)
Blob
“—Peggy Ryan chapter eight There’s a note on the kitchen table. I’m out shopping for my book club meeting. It’s at our house tonight. I thought I might bake cookies, but I won’t if it bothers you. I’ll get store-bought just in case. Love, Mom.
I chug down a tall glass of veg juice and head to my room. No new articles about food addiction litter my bed. I sit down and pull the chocolate bar out of my backpack. I nibble a tiny bit. Then I stuff it into my desk drawer and start on my homework.
A ha...lf hour later, I hear the front door open. “I’m home!” Mom calls from the kitchen. “Would it bother you if I baked cookies?”
I head out of my room. “No. I’ll even help.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’ll enjoy the smell of chocolate and get the buzz without the calories.”
“Really?”
“Watch me.”
Mom and I gather all the ingredients. We sift the flour, add salt and baking soda. We cream the sugar and butter and mix everything together. Then I drop chocolate chips into the soft dough and gently mix them in.MoreLess
I chug down a tall glass of veg juice and head to my room. No new articles about food addiction litter my bed. I sit down and pull the chocolate bar out of my backpack. I nibble a tiny bit. Then I stuff it into my desk drawer and start on my homework.
A ha...lf hour later, I hear the front door open. “I’m home!” Mom calls from the kitchen. “Would it bother you if I baked cookies?”
I head out of my room. “No. I’ll even help.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’ll enjoy the smell of chocolate and get the buzz without the calories.”
“Really?”
“Watch me.”
Mom and I gather all the ingredients. We sift the flour, add salt and baking soda. We cream the sugar and butter and mix everything together. Then I drop chocolate chips into the soft dough and gently mix them in.MoreLess
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