• I took my dog droppings out of the oven and smiled. They were perfectly done. Not too soft, but not hard either.
    Alexander gasped and watched as I set the metal pan on the stove to cool. "They look so good!"
    I smiled. "Oh? Do you want to try one?" I ask putting the small hurshy kisses over the soft dough.
    He nodded and blushed slighty. "That would be really nice of you."
    I nodded and walked over to a counter, opening a drower then taking out a spatula.
    This American sure is different... He's nothing like what I've heard about them... Someone said they were all mean and fat... But he's nice and slender... So that stereotype must be way off, huh?
    As I peeled the cookie off the pan Alexander watched me carefully. But he wasnt looking at my hands, he was looking at my face. I looked at him over my falling glasses. "Something wrong?" I ask.
    He jumped and looked down at my hands finally. "Oh! No... I was just daydreaming. That's all."
    I smirked and held out the cookie for him to take. "We all have our flaws."
    He nodded and took it. "You talk to yourself and I day dream too much."
    I chuckled and started to peel a cookie away for myself. "Yeah."
    The teacher walked over and poked one of the cookies. "Hmmm... Very nicely done, Tsumiko-san. I have to say, you really are improving."
    I smiled and bowed my head. "Ah. Thank you, sensei."
    He put his hand on my shoulder and chuckled. "Of course."
    I stood back up and went back to trying to cut my own cookie out. "I do try."
    Alexander took a bite and his face seemed to blow up.
    I blinked at him. "What's wrong? Did I put too much flour? Is it too plain?"
    He shook his head and held the cookie against his chest. "It tastes so good!" He gasped.
    I chuckled. "Thank you."
    Sensei laughed and patted Alexander's head. "Calm down, Rasmussen. It's only a cookie."
    I bit into the cookie and tasted the flaws. I had added a bit too much sugar and that I should have added more water. It was too sweet and doughy... I sighed. "I added too much sugar again..."
    Sensei shrugged. "It's alright. We learn from our mistakes."
    "But I keep doing it over and over again." I say putting the cookie down.
    He bit his lip and looked like he was thinking real hard about something.
    Alexander took my cookie and ate it in less then two bites.
    I looked at him in confusion.
    Did he just eat the cookie I had already biten off of?
    He licked his lips and looked down at the tray, as if asking for more.
    I shuved the pan over to him. "Go ahead and have them. I'm going to try again." I say sighing and heading for my station.
    Sensei chuckled. "There you go again."
    I turned back around to him. "What?"
    "You're always doing things all over again if they dont turn out perfect." He grinned. "Your pushing yourself to become number one, but how do you know if you have already acheived that goal?"
    I smiled. "I havent been put in any cooking magazines or have been interveiwed by anyone. So I havent acheived my goal yet."
    He chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. "What if I had Rasmussen interveiw you for the schools paper?"
    I blinked. "Uh..."
    Alexander looked at me and nodded. "I could do that."
    {I gotta cut this one short too. Sorry. I'll be putting another one up soon as possible. Forgive me.}