Personal Narrative: A Simple Cookie

Opening the refrigerator door, I locate two ingredients: eggs and butter. Grabbing the items, I place them on the island sitting in the middle of my kitchen. Afterwards, I shake and fiddle with my fingers because the frigid butter cooled my hands. I then skip around the island to a low cabinet to find baking powder and vanilla extract. Scanning and searching through all of the spices, I see an abundance of bottles varying in size, shape, and color before finding the desired components. Finally, I walk across the kitchen to another cabinet standing high on my tippy toes because the protruding countertop makes the compartment difficult to reach. The hinges creak as pull the thin cold handle on the cabinet’s door. In this storage area, I detect the flour and sugar. I examine all of the goods on the island. The ingredients needed for a sugar cookie recipe, I made countless times in the last five years. I peer into the living room

The next step is to roll and cut out the cookies. Therefore, I grab the bag of 101 cookie cutters. Every time I see the bag, I am reminded of the day that I begged my mother to buy the cookie cutters for me. Five year ago, my mother and I took a trip to Walmart. Walking the aisles and viewing the merchandise, I spotted a medium sized box with the label “101 Cookie Cutters.” Instantly, I grabbed the box because my interest in baking was at its peak. “Mom, I need this.” I exclaimed while reading about the contents of the box. “No, put it back,” my mother replied. I placed the box back on the shelf, but it was not forgotten. For the next three days, I talked about the box nonstop until my father grew tired of hearing it and caved in. Next thing I knew, I was sitting at the dining room table, opening the flashy, multicolored box. On the side of the cube case, I noticed a sugar cookie recipe, and I have utilized the recipe ever