​Snapshot 6​

March 14, 2013

Dulled Senses

 

        Everyone loves something sweet.  Having been a Friday, after a long week; I had plans that night to go over Michelle’s house to bake cookies for Saturday.  Being cheerleaders, we wanted to bring treats to the big home game tomorrow.  It was going to be a tough team to beat and we knew we needed extra encouragement for our team.  All the ingredients were lined up.  We had flour, baking soda, eggs, sugar, ect.  We started putting ingredients in the bowl, Michelle helping to make sure I didn’t put the same ingredient twice.  All was going great.​

 

        All of a sudden Michelle’s cell rang.  Of course it was Samantha!!  She had plans tonight with her boyfriend and couldn’t come over to help us bake, but was still looking to share in our cookie supply that we were making.  This kind of aggravated Michelle, but gave in and assured her we would be making enough to share with her.  As Michelle groaned, she realized we would need to make another batch.  Hustling to see if we had enough eggs, Michelle quickly realized that we did not.  Grabbing her purse, Michelle quickly threw the tray of cookies in the oven and ran toward the door.  “I should be back to take them out…..but keep an eye on them,” she yelled as she dashed out the door.

 

        I knew I had about 12 minutes until I needed to check them.  I decided to chill on the couch and watch some TV.  Michelle’s family had gone out for the night, leaving us girls to have house to ourselves.  Leaving what was on the TV on, I walked around noticing all the cute old pictures her mother had in frames.  ...some of Michelle as a little kid, some outside at her pool and even some of the two of us in our cheerleading uniform...  It was a good arrangement of old memories.  Michelle had always been my best friend, throughout all the years.  As I sat down again, Michelle walked in the door.  “Oh my gosh, what’s that smell?”  Sounding alarmed, I quickly get up.  The cookies had burnt!!  I forgot to check them and take them out at quarter after three.  If only I had smelt them before it was too late.  Unfortunately, due to the brain injury and the part of the brain that was swollen, I had lost my sense of smell that could have saved the cookies.