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 Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 7:12 pm
Imperial nosed open to the door to Aunt Bon Bon's Bakery. The air smelled sweet, a mix of sugary and fruity smells with a hint of chocolate. It was a marked difference from the sharp, flowery, sweet chemical scent in his mother's shop.
He sighed a little. His mother had banished him from the house after she caught him trying to paint designs onto Snowball.
"Aunt Bon Bon?? Helllooooo....?? Etes-vous ici?" he called out
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 6:03 am
Bon Bon had been getting ingredients together for a new batch of cupcakes when she heard a soft voice calling her from the main room. She put down the bowls she had just gotten out of the cupbard and troted out into the main bakery room. She was in her anthro form, hands being a great help when baking. She smiled upon seeing the small black eyed colt.
"Ah. Bonjour Emp, are you 'ere for a znack?" she walked over to him.
As always she smelled of baked goods, you would almost think her cream colored hair really did tastle like cream considering her own scent. And of course her paint spots always made it look like she had flour on her.
"I am about to make ze cupcakez. Would you like to 'elp me?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 12:28 pm
Imp jumped a little, but he was getting used to seeing his Aunt and Uncle in these kind of forms. It still took him a little by surprise though.
"S'il vous plaît. Mothzer said I need something to do out of the houze but everyphony iz so buzy. Scent iz swamped with cuztomerz, Draft iz setting up hiz club, Fathzer took Lovely out hunting, Pepper iz cooking, Haute won't even look up from hiz dezignz, and Bumble iz out with her beez. Uncle Honey said that I could hang out with him but he had all theze women coming up to hiz cart and wouldn't stop talking! He said I would have more fun hanging out with you becauze you alwayz need help in the kitchen!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 12:38 pm
Bon giggles at the description of all his family members being so busy. Poor Ink. He was so different from his family when it came to his painting. Perhaps she could help, Honey was right that she could always use an extra set of hooves in the kitchen.
"Of coarse you may 'elp me! Un tel monsieur!" she smiled and lead him into the backroom where she did all of her baking. A big wood burning oven took up one whole wall, she prefered a more natural way of baking bread. Her sweets were made in the oven to prevent that woody smell. Those ovens were along another wall. It seemed every wall had a purpose. One was her dry ingredients and the other had her refridgerator things.
"I am makeng ze cupcakez for Saint-Valentin and a few spezial ones," she showed him the set out ingredients, "I zink you weel be ze perfect one to 'elp me wiz ze special onez."
She showed him how to mix the ingredients in the big bowl, how to stir without making too many bubbles, then how to quickly and cleanly pour just the right amount of batter into the cupcake wrappers. She placed all the pans into the regular oven to cook. Already the room was beginning to fill with the delicious smell of baked cake.
"Now, we must prepare for ze most emportan part of ze cupcake makeng. Do you know what zat ez?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 12:53 pm
Imp wriggles his nose, thinking. His dark eyes lit up.
"I know! Selling them to the cuztomerz! And then eating the onez they don't buy!" Imp put on his brightest grin. He liked the idea of the eating the cupcakes at the end of the day a lot. "After all it iz a wazte to have all that effort into making them and then no one eatz them!" He tried to sound authoritative on the ethics of eating cupcakes.
His eyes caught sight of colorful bottles of food coloring on the table and his eyes sparkle with amazement.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 1:00 pm
Bon giggled as the colt spoke of eating cupcakes. Well that was important but cupcakes could last more than one day. She saw him eyeing the food coloring and smiled.
"Well my dear your eyez zeem to know ze right answer," she took down the bottles as well as some paint brushes, a rolling pin, a strange box that said fondant, cookie cutters, and a few other sprinkle decorations.
"You ze mon petit, we muzt decorate zem. An I 'ave a fabulous idea!"she she grinned as she took the block of fondant out. She used the rolling pin to make it flat then began to use the cookie cutters to make flat shapes. The oven dinged and she went to take the cupcakes out to cool.
"Deed you know you can paint on ze cupcake?"she asked as she walked back over.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 2:19 pm
"Paint...on...the...cupcakez??" Imp nearly jumped but restrained myself to rearing up, kicking his forelegs happily. "I want to paint the cupcakez! How do I do that Aunt Bon Bon...?" He looks up at the counter, wrinkles his nose, goes to the side, noses over one of the step stools, jumps up on and it sits up on his rear legs, forelegs on the counter eagerly pawing at a bottle of the food coloring.
"S'il vous plaît Aunt Bon Bon, show me how to do it!!" Gives her his rapt attention.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 2:35 pm
"Oui oui! Just calm down and watch me," she chuckled and took a tray of already cooled cupcakes and placed them on the table. She poured the food coloring into small bowls so they could be easily used. Next she put on some gloves to keep her hands from getting stained. Then she took a small ball of fondant and a toothpick her in hands. She dipped the toothpick into the yellow color and then pressed it into the fondant ball.
Slowly with her hands she mushed and smooshed the ball until the food coloring had set in. It was very little color, turning it almost a cream color. She flattened it out with the rolling pin then cut out a circle. Next she placed it on top of a cooled cupcake and smoothed it out with a small tool.
"You can make zis any colear you like or leave eet white. Now we 'ave our canvas, so now we paint," she grinned and picked up a small paint brush. They were detail brushes, very slender and pointed. She mixed a few colors together to get what she wanted then slowly began to paint lines across the colored fondant. It looked like a lattice pattern. Next she used red dye to fill in the little squares between the browish lines she had made.
"And wala! An appeel pie cupcake! And ze cupcake ez appel strudeel cake! You zee?" she smiled, "And ze fondant ez edible. Zometimez I make ze flowears wiz eet."
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 2:47 pm
Imp pays very very close attention to his Aunt's actions, when she was done, he gently clopped his back legs on the stool in applause because clopping his forelegs on the table would make a mess.
"I think I underztand. May I try?" He carefully makes a small ball of fondant with his little hooves. It took a little effort, he could see why his Aunt preferred the more agile human fingers to do these kind of things. He took two tooth picks, dipping one in blue and one in yellow and pressed them into the ball and started to roll it around with his hooves, trying to make the soft green color emerge. When he was satisfied with the color of green, he rolled out the fondant and cut out circles with it.
This next part he had slowly become expert in. He picked up the brush and began to paint the 4 green circles he'd cut out. When he was done, four lilly pads, each with a lotus blossom on them, were drying. He looked up at her for appraisal of his work. "Are these ok..?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 2:53 pm
"Oui mon petit, zey are veri belle. I zhould 'ave you make zem eveary 'oliday," she giggled and tickled him a bit. Once the lilypads were try she gave him blue cupcakes to put them on. Why did she have blue cupcakes? Why because they were blueberry cupcakes!
"I like to paint flowears or zomezing like zat. Zometimez I do spesheal ordears and put ze namez on zem," she looked at the few they had done then had a brilliant idea.
"Empereal Enk, why don't we make a 'ole batch for your famelee?" she smiled at the small colt. She knew how much Noel loved her baking, her belly was beginning to show it a bit but she would never say such a thing. But with Imp's talent he could make some lovely cupcake designs.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 3:16 pm
Imp smiled politely but sighed. "Why should I? They all had no time for me today or ever lately! Mothzer iz buzy in the salon, Daddy and Lovely are ALWAYZ togethzer, Pepper alwayz is cooking or haz her noze in some cooking book, Bumble iz always tending her hivez or making honey or some other thingz that do with beez and Haute juzt lockz himzelf away drawing and sewing and yelling if you move when he pinz scapz of cloth on you even when he stickz you with a pin!!" He looks sulky.
"Can't I juzt make some here with you and eat them before I go home?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 3:24 pm
Bon gave Imp a soft smile. She understood what it was like. Her own family was very busy, rarely having time to get together. But they still did, and enjoyed family time whenever they could do it.
"Ah mon neveu, you muz not let zer talents upzet you. All phoniez 'ave a purpoz. One we cannon be 'elpeng to do. When your Aunt Puffy and I were very young, we did non zee each ozear a lot you know," she put an arm around him, "I waz alwayz lookeng for fruit to make en to ze dessert. She waz alwayz lookeng for ze nice zmelleng flowear. Even when we were oldear an 'oney waz young, we did non 'ave a lot of time. Paztion ez en our blood, eet ez in yourz. But eet can blind you."
She brushed aside some of his longer hair, knowing the colt would have hair like his mother, "But we made our time. We found owear wayz. Eet can be 'ard zometimez. But zomeone 'az to make ze first attempt. And a cupcake can bring family togezear," she grinned at him.
"Just zink. What eef Peppear made a zpecial dish, juz for you. Zomzing zat only you would like. Or eef Bumbell or Haute made zomezing zat only you could enjoy. 'ow would you feel? Be ze one to make ze time. Make each one a cupcake, make zem spesheal for each phony. I promez you, when ze zee zem, you will underztand."
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 3:40 pm
Imp mulled over Bon Bon's words. She had a point, and every phony liked when someone else did something nice for them. He wriggled his nose and sighed a little.
"Yes I suppose you're right Aunt Bon Bon.." he smiled again and asked excitedly "Can I decorate them anyway I want with any colors? Can I? Can I?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 3:42 pm
"Oui, you may. I 'ave many flavear of cupcake eef you know wheech your fameelee prefears," she showed him all the kinds of undecorated cupcakes she had and showed him how to mix the food coloring, as it was differen than real paint due to how it reacted with the fondant.
She left him to paint and shape while she took some more of the fondant and began making small flowers to decorate a cake she was planning on making later.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 5:11 pm
Imp looked at the multitudes of cupcakes that his Aunt BonBon made and carefully chose seven. For Pepper, a lover of zesty cooking, he chose a Spice cupcake. For his mom, famous lover of chocolate, the richest milk chocolate cupcake made. For his sister Bumble Bee, a honey cupcake was a easy choice. For himself he chose a black forest cupcake. For Lovely, he chose a bright red velvet cake, though he felt a little cheeky and ghoulish for choosing something the color of blood. For his father, a carrot cupcake because his mother was forever saying they had to sneak some veggies into his meat diet to keep him healthy. It wouldn't be a carrot cake if there was no carrots in it right? And lastly, but not leastly, he chose a coffee cupcake because he'd be up all night sewing anyway.
Satified with his choices, he took his cupcakes and sets them on the counter. His work is quiet and steady. Coloring, rolling, cutting, frosting, painting. After what seems like forever, he steps back, wiping away some sweat and hair from his eyes.
"I think that I am done..what do you think Aunt BonBon..?"
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