By: Megan K. & Nayrovi P.;
I woke up on this bright Sunday to the sound of my alarm. “Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Friday, Saturday, Saturday, and Sunday!” My alarm blared out Black Eyed Peas, and I jolt up on my bed. I walk downstairs, and see a note on the kitchen table, along with a delicious smelling breakfast. I read the note, Dear Laura, I have to go to work today. I might come home around 5:00p.m. I made you breakfast, although on today’s date, it’s usually vice versa. I look at the note, confused at the vice versa part. I walk towards the calendar and take a peek. Its the 11 of May in the the year of 2014. I gasped as I realized I had drawn the sloppy heart over the date and wrote ‘Mother’s Day’ on it. “Oh My God!!! I FORGOT ITS MOTHER’S DAY!!!”I yelled, and ran to the recipe book.
I searched for the recipe of my mom’s favorite dinner, until I found it. I read the recipe for porterhouse steak. “A 20 ounces porterhouse steak. 1 teaspoon of olive oil. 1 tablespoon of meat tenderizer. And 1 teaspoon of steak seasoning. Check, check, check, and double check.” I got to work. I placed the steak on a plate and I coat it lightly with olive oil. I grab the steak and rub it with meat tenderizer. I grab the steak seasoning, and sprinkle some on, and then gently rub it into the steak. I cover it with plastic wrap, and let it stand for about 20 minutes. Meanwhile, I got working on dessert. I stir the butter and sugar together in a bowl until its nice and smooth. I look or the next ingredients. I beat in 4 eggs, and one teaspoon of vanilla. Then I stir in the flour, baking powder and salt, and stir it until its ready. I cover it and let it chill for an hour, and go back to working on the steak.
I preheat a grill for high heat. Yes, we have a grill inside our house. We also have a stove, oven, and microwave.When the grill is hot, I lightly oil the grate. I take the steak out, unwrap it, and put the pieces on the grill. It smells delicious. I then roll the cookie dough on a floured top, and cut hearts with the cookie cutter. I put it to bake, and take them out. I quickly frost them, and write ‘mom’ on it. And I take out the steak and make the sides. I
was stirring the mashed potatoes, when the phone rang. “I’m almost home, Laura. I hope theres no mess.”mom says. I clean up, and serve the food on the table. I have just finished putting the last plate when mother comes in. “Wow. I’m impressed, Laura. Did you buy take-out?”Mom asks. “Nope. I cooked it myself.”I inform her. She gives me a hug.
“Well, thats what happens when I forget its mother’s day. I get in a hurry.” I say, grinning. I’m so never forgetting it again.