It wasn’t uncommon for the smells of vanilla, sugar, cinnamon and other various sweet scents to fill the air. In fact, it was rather common occurrence when Selena had nothing better to do with her time. However, the counter full of three kinds of cookies was a bit of a stretch even for her when Christmas was still several months away. What had started as a want for cinnamon rolls had sort of quickly grown a quite a bit out of hand maybe.

The cinnamon rolls were the first things she made were currently cooling on the metal rack with a bowl of icing to the side that would be added later when she was ready to eat one (or two for that matter knowing her sister would steal some for herself when she got home).

Mixing bowls lay upside down on the drying rack, each of them having been cleaned several times as they were put to use over and over again by the light teal haired girl. The kitchen table was covered in open books and the ingredients she had been using. The dining room table, stove top, and the other flat surfaces in the kitchen were covered in chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, banana bread and a carrot cake.

If anyone thought it was hot outside all they’d need to do was take one step in her parents kitchen to realize, it could always be worse. The poor oven hadn’t had a break in hours and had successfully raised the temperature of the house several degrees from opening the front to check on her baked goods. If it was a living thing rather than an appliance Selena was sure the oven would either scream or and beg for mercy if it were able due to the sheer abuse it was receiving today.

Selena had simply wanted cinnamon rolls and somehow, she didn’t even know how, it had turned into making banana bread and then that became the cookies and then came the cake, and then a plethora of other things. Now she had pretzels being baked in the oven and they would, she hoped, find some space to cool in the dining room.

Her family, at the moment, wasn’t home so had not really seen the madness which had taken over their moderate sized kitchen which had unfortunately flooded over into their dining room. “Ehh… they’re not going to be too happy with me when the come home.” Selena commented, wiping the sweat from her brow on the hand towel. Then again most people liked having someone in their family who could cook or bake. Heck, even friends and her parents co-workers often asked asked if she would bake something for one event or another. The only difference between then and now was that she was getting ahead of the curveball and making things before anyone asked at an inconvenient time.

Sniffing the air she let out a sigh, the smell was heavenly and the warmth which filled the kitchen was nice. Fall was on the horizon but it was still quite warm out although thankfully the humidity had gone down and was no longer stifling.

When the timer on the stove went off, alerting her to the pretzels being done, Selena went to get her oven mitts and opening the door to the oven she bent and grabbing the edge of the tray she pulled it out and shutting the door, with her foot and than her hip, the teenager went to the empty plate sitting on the table. With a spatula Selena removed each pretzel and set them onto the plate. They were already lightly salted and ready to eat, well once they were cooled. The tray was brought back to the oven and set on the stove top and the mitts were set on the empty space next to the stove top.

Turning around, to look at the kitchen, she finally realized just how much she had made. “Damn…that’s a lot...” If anything it was rather impressive however now it was time to clean up and put together a grocery list of everything they were now out of…