So I have a confession to make…another reason I created this blog was for an english course. But I’m having a lot of fun with this assignment. For the class we had to create an adaptation of a fairytale story or pop culture figure and relate it to our blog. Well I created one that I’d love to share so here it is!

There was once a girl with hair as golden as the sun. Her name was Clementine and she had a very carefree spirit. One thing that you should know about her is that she loved to cook. When she was just a child, she would help her mom in the kitchen and roll the dough out for her mom’s famous quiches. “Remember to roll the dough from the inside out,” her mother always said. 

One day Clementine was taking a stroll and smelled something coming from a house on the street. Since, she had been walking in town for a while now, she decided to see if there was anyone home. She walked up to the blue door and knocked. No one responded so she knocked again. She waited a little while longer and then tested to see if it was unlocked. She turned the knob gently and the door swayed open effortlessly. The smell was even stronger when she opened the door, but she couldn’t quite distinguish what the scent was. She took a step into the house and followed the odor into the kitchen. 

Once she was in the kitchen she found a table with three chairs, and at each chair there was a bowl full of soup. Clementine realized that the smell was coming from the soup. She sat down at the first chair and her legs swayed back and forth because she couldn’t touch the floor. She grabbed the spoon next to the bowl but it felt awkward in her hand because it was more like a ladle. She raised the ladle to her mouth and noticed the steam wafting off of the soup. She tasted the soup and immediately realized it was much too hot. She moved to the next chair which she fit in perfectly and tasted the bowl of soup in front of her. It was the perfect temperature! She then moved to the next chair, but it looked like a doll’s rocking chair so she decided she wouldn’t risk sitting in it. She took the teaspoon next to the bowl that looked like a tea cup. She slurped the liquid out of the teaspoon and decided it tasted more like gazpacho. 

When Clementine finished tasting the soups she came to the conclusion that none of them tasted right. The soup was a sort of minestrone and had too much broth and not enough spice. Clementine rummaged through the fridge and realized there were a lot of ingredients that she could work with. She brought out the celery, tomatoes, pinto beans, spinach, lentils, zucchini and the vegetable stock. She then maneuvered over to the spice cabinet and found salt and pepper, oregano, thyme and the red pepper flakes. She found a pot in a cupboard and began to dice, chop and blend the ingredients. Clementine was lost in her own world, imagining she was part of her own cooking show that she didn’t hear the door creak open. 

Clementine heard someone cough and she turned around and saw a family of three staring at her. Immediately she turned the color of the tomatoes she was dicing. The father, looked like he could’ve been a wrestler, the mother was as petite as a ballerina and she was holding hands with her toddler son. Clementine immediately realized why all the chairs were different sizes. The father said gruffly, 

“I’m calling the police.”

“No, please don’t! I can explain,” Clementine exclaimed.

She spooned some soup into a bowl and brought it over to the family. The father looked at her skeptically but tried it nonetheless. As soon as the mixture touched his tongue he smiled. 

“Well this is much better than Helena’s cooking! You have a gift!”

The woman, who must’ve been Helena, scowled but when she tried the soup she had the same reaction as her husband. 

“You’re hired!” Helena decided.

Clementine laughed and was grateful she wasn’t being arrested for breaking, entering and cooking.