Short Story Sunday 147: Chef


            Selena took the handle of the pan in her left hand and flipped the pancake high in the air. As she set it back down on the stove, she took a pinch of cinnamon in her right hand and sprinkled it along the top of the pancake. She breathed into the warm scent and smiled content.

“What is that smell?”

Selena looked over her shoulder and noticed her sister, Aubrey, entering the kitchen. She was still in her teal pajamas bottoms with a black spaghetti strap tank top. Her hair was sticking up in places Selena didn’t know was possible and Aubrey rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand groggily.

“I’m making pancakes. Doesn’t it smell delicious?” Selena took another deep breath through her nose. She sighed happily.

“It smells so good, it woke me right up.” Aubrey yawned.

“Well, it didn’t wake you up that much.”

“Once I have a bite I’m sure I’ll wake up more.” Aubrey chuckled. She sat down at the kitchen table and leaned back in her chair. She watched her sister flip over the pancake again and sprinkle something on it. She tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“Cinnamon,” Selena said without turning around to look at her sister. “I was going to make blueberry pancakes, but we’re out of blueberries. So I decided to make chocolate chip. But we’re out of chocolate chips too.”

“Oh, yeah… I melted the last of the chocolate chips to have something to dip my animal crackers in.” Aubrey stated.

Selena nodded her approval. Chocolate covered animal crackers were the best, especially if you dipped it yourself in freshly melted, creamy chocolate.

“Anyway,” Selena continued, “I found cinnamon in the cabinet. We never use cinnamon and I wondered how it would taste with pancakes.”

“I’m sure it’ll taste just as fine as it smells.” Aubrey said.

Selena took the pancake off the pan and placed it onto a large plate. She picked up the batter and poured the rest into the pan. Steam rose into the air and the beige batter bubbled up as it sizzled against the hot metal.

“You made enough batter to make only two pancakes?” Aubrey asked.

“One for each of us,” Selena pointed to the already made pancake. “It’s as big as the whole pan. It’s two in one.”

“What if I want four?”

“Then you can make more yourself.” Selena said. Then she picked up the pancake mix and looked inside. “Actually, we’re all out of pancake mix now.”

“We should go food shopping soon, I guess, huh?’ Aubrey asked.

“I don’t really think our lack of pancake mix, chocolate chips, blueberries, and cinnamon is a reason to have to go food shopping.” Selena laughed as she sprinkled more cinnamon onto the pancake after flipping it over.

“We have cinnamon.” Aubrey said.

“Not anymore.”

“You used the last of it? But we never use cinnamon.”

“I put a lot on, I think. Because we never use it,” Selena smiled.

Selena turned off the burner and picked up the pan dropping the freshly made pancake onto the large plate. She put the pan down on the back burner to let it cool. She picked up the plate with the two pancakes and brought it over to the table where Aubrey sat. Aubrey breathed in the pancakes as they were placed in front of her while Selena came back to the table with a bottle of maple syrup and two forks.

“I don’t get my own plate?” Aubrey teased.

“The dishwasher is still going and we have no clean plates.” Selena said. She poured the syrup all over the pancakes until there was nothing left. “And now we’re out of maple syrup.”

Aubrey cut a piece of pancake with her fork and stabbed it bringing it up to her mouth. “What would mom and dad say if they saw us right now?” she chuckled before taking a bite.

Selena chewed her piece and swallowed. “Dad would be proud. I don’t know about Mom.”

Aubrey groaned with a smile on her face. “This is so good! I’m glad you decided you would take over the cooking when we moved in here.”

Selena closed her eyes grinning goofily. She nodded. She was a fantastic cook, if she had to say so herself.

“Thank you, little sister.” Aubrey held up her fork with a piece of pancake on the end as a toast.

“To us for being adults!” Selena held up her own fork and they clinked them together before taking a bite in unison.

Aubrey laughed as she chewed. “You know, aside from the lack of food and all the dirty dishes.”

“But we have fun.” Selena winked.

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