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My name is Rachael. I'm a writer. I have cerebral palsy. You’ve probably already read the headline. It says:” Danger Is My Middle Name!” I'm the kind of person who will do almost anything for excitement. If someone says, “Rachael, Don’t you think this is a little dangerous?" My immediate response is, “Danger is my middle name!" My first book,” The Hunt for Heaven" has been published through Chaplain Publishing. I have two articles published and I'm working on putting together a portfolio. My articles have been published in the "Santa Clarita Magazine," my local magazine, and the "Canyon Call," my college newspaper. I'm currently working on a devotional book via this blog site. My goal in doing this website is to get the attention of editors who publish devotionals, and perhaps fulfill my dream of creating a devotional magazine for children. On my blog I talk about the many adventures and challenges I face with CP. I hope you enjoy my writing. If you have any questions, comments, or writing ideas, feel free to let me know. Are you ready for an adventure? Hold On! It's going to be a wild ride!

Friday, December 23, 2011

The Cookie Dough Mix Up



In my family, we celebrate Christmas Eve on my dad’s side. As we prepare for Christmas, one of our favorite traditions is baking cookies. We make two kinds. Sugar cookies, and peanut butter cookies with Hershey’s chocolate in the middle. One year, something very interesting happened.
We went to cousin Nina’s house. It was my mom, my Aunt Kay, my Grandma Benson, Cousin Nina’s two kids Whitney and Mitchell, and myself. We gathered around the kitchen table, got out the proper tools, and got started. First, we started with the sugar cookies. My Grandma Benson stood beside me as she sprinkled the cookie board with sugar, then she took the rolling pin, and rolled out the dough. Then, I took a cookie cutter, placed it on the dough, pressed it down firmly on all sides, and lifted it up. When there wasn’t any more room for cookies, Grandma Benson grabbed a cookie sheet, scooped up the cookies, and put them in the oven.
 We moved on to the peanut butter cookies. My job was to unwrap the Hershey’s kisses that would go in the middle of the little peanut butter balls, and put them in a bowl. Once we had enough Hershey’s kisses, my mother came over with the cookie sheet, placed the chocolate in the middle, and put them in them in the oven.
When it was time to check on the cookies, Cousin Nina noticed a problem. “Hey guys, Come look at this.” The adults walked over to the oven.
“The peanut butter dough spread.”  She said.
“Oh yeah, it did spread.  Aunt Kay replied. That’s strange.” Everyone was puzzled. This was definitely a first! Nothing like that ever happened before. By this time, our family had been doing this for years. We followed the same routine every year.  If something was wrong, we should be able to figure it out-—right?
It wasn’t until the next day that we figured out what happened. My mom opened up both containers. The peanut butter cookies smelled like sugar cookies, and the sugar cookies smelled like peanut butter cookies. The adults switched the cookie dough! When we figured out what happened, we laughed. How did such a silly thing happen? I thought. The funniest part was, Aunt Kay was our taste tester and she failed us! How do you miss something like that?
When we did it, we had a great time, and we were together. It was something everyone enjoyed. We still do it today. Just because it didn’t turn out the way we expected, it still blessed our time together as a family.
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