It was the week before Christmas, and the town of Gâteau (that’s “cookie” in French) was preparing for their annual Christmas cookie competition. Everyone in the town took their cookie baking very seriously. So, in order to win, many residents of the town began planning their cookie displays months in advance. One citizen, however, was never very prepared for the festivities. Pudding Pop Jane spent most of her year embroidering pudding pops onto just about anything that could be embroidered. As a result, Jane never had very good cookie recipes and was very upset when she never won. But, before one particular cookie festival, Jane was visited by the Ghost of Cookies Past.
“Hello, Pudding Pop Jane. I am here to show you how to make quality cookies, which in turn will help you win the cookie competition. We are going to travel back to the establishment of Gâteau to see how the made cookies back then. Come with me now, Jane.”
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But, she reluctantly grabbed his cookie jar and they began their journey. The Ghost of Cookies Past and Jane were pushed through time and space to land in front of the bakery on Main Street, Gâteau.
“Wow! Everything looks so new. This can’t be the same Main Street that I walk past every day!” Jane said, excitedly.
“But it is. At this time, Gâteau is a very new town, and its cookie odyssey is just beginning. This bakery held the very first Christmas Cookie Competition. We are going to see how they make their famous gingerbread men.” The two then entered the shop. It smelled simply delightful. A young lady could be seen cutting out gingerbread men behind the counter. Next, she put the cookies in the oven and they began to bake. Afterwards, the woman blended some egg whites and added sugar to make a royal icing for the gingerbread.
“Jane, do you now understand how to bake gingerbread men so they actually taste good?” The Ghost
They have been “wandering across the great state of California” (2). The setting moves to Grace's grandma’s house. It was “two stories with attic windows”, “sky-blue paint with white trim”, “ and a wood porch” (19). There were “two chairs covered in yellowed plastic and pine needles” (19). There was a gently sloped driveway.
Madelyn McQueen - Twin Falls Idaho Have you ever wondered how the delicious, classic treat came to be? Well, any event you can think of after the date of 1938, the cookie was bound to be there. Several stories about how the country’s favorite baked good came to be, have been spread and believed by thousands. For example, Ruth Wakefield unexpectedly ran out of nuts for a regular ice-cream cookie recipe and, in desperation, replaced them with chunks chopped out of a bar of Nestle bittersweet chocolate. Another story is said that the vibrations from an industrial mixer caused chocolate stored on a shelf in the Toll House kitchen to fall into a bowl of cookie dough as it was being mixed. Sadly, all of these stories are false, says Carolyn Wyman in her recently published “Great American Chocolate Chip Cookie Book.” In her book, Wyman offers a more believable version of how the cookie came to be. Wyman argues, that Ruth Wakefield, who had a degree in household arts and a reputation for perfectionism, would not have allowed her restaurant, which was famed for its desserts, to run out of such
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One way that, "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?", is a perculiar story is how at Connies house, Connie tells him again to leave and then she fear strikes her as she grows a little dizzy when Arnold Friend begins to tell Connie where they are and what they are doing at that exact and precise moment. She gets very nervous when he tells her that he knows that they are at the barbeque at their neighbors house. Hearing this information and everything that this man knows, Connie grows extremely horrified, but also very fascinated by his precise description of what was happening. Connie wants to go into the house because Arnold Friend moves closer towards the porch ...
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