My response to the prompt enthusiasm.
The stand mixer sputtered to a stop just minutes into the baking session. That wouldn’t have been a problem… if they didn’t have bucketloads of whipped cream to whisk.
As one, they turned to the shortest girl in the group.
Melanie grabbed a whisk and attacked the cream with gusto. The rest of them moved away to avoid the inevitable cream shower, but to their surprise, the cream fluffed up without any mess. As they shaped the first batch of scones, Melanie proudly presented the bowl of whipped cream.
“Look at that!”
“Great job. Here’s more.”
Melanie’s face fell at the new bowl of cream. Just like the stand mixer, it didn’t last long. After a short pause, she was back at it again, whipping the cream like no tomorrow.
Must be nice to have so much energy.