Sugar Cookies
The silvery whisk felt smooth on the palm of my hand. Its
metal almost felt as though it had been frozen. The glossy outer shell shone,
reflecting the glimmer of the lights overhead. Without thinking, I poked my
finger into the thick pale yellow dough. My finger traveled towards my mouth,
my eyes glancing sideways at my mother every two or three seconds.
She was digging through a neat pile of cooking materials. My
eyes stared at her, two hazel green circles, unblinking. I sucked on my finger,
my eyes never leaving my mother, following her fast movements. Gripping a large
steel tray, my mother turned. I had (luckily) finished licking the soft
sugariness. Mom smiled, obviously not noticing my sneaky act. She shuffled
towards me, then halted. “Leyli?” she questioned “can you get the oven mitts?” “Strange”
I thought “she usually gets them…” I ran to the wooden brown drawer, grabbing
the flowered oven mitts. The blossoms were sunflower yellow with a black stems,
black as night with no moon. I handed the oversized mittens, to my mother. To
my surprise, she handed the mitts back to me. “Huh?” I grunted, with a puzzled
look on my face. “Come on!” she exclaimed “put them on!”
With that, I nearly fainted with surprise. “Mom! You really
don’t mean it, right?” I whispered, almost speechless. “Yes I mean it!” she confirmed,
grinning. You could tell by the way she laughed, she was proud of herself for
surprising me. I smiled weakly (but happily) and slowly reached out and grabbed
the oven mitts, slipping them on to my shaking hands easily. They were warm and
soft on the yellow inside, like a quilt. I rubbed the smooth outside on my cold
face, warming myself up. I gripped the hard steel tray and picked it up. The
cookies ended up being surprisingly light. I had expected them to be rock hard,
considering the effort it took to mix the thick dough. As my mom opened the
oven door, I cautiously pulled out one of two racks and carefully placed the
tray onto the rack. As my glasses began to get foggy, I pushed in the ovens
rack and closed the oven door with care, taking the oven mitts off.
