How to Make Cupcakes

How to Make Cupcakes

 

First, get out bowls, cupcake liners, baking tins, measuring cups, timer, spoon, mixer, the cupcake mix, three eggs, oil, vanilla,  piping bags, piping tips, food dye, decorating things, powdered sugar, milk, and spoon.  Next, put the cupcake mix into the bowl along with eggs and the oil. Then mix at medium speed for two minutes.  It will sound AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!  Preheat the oven for 350° F and put the liners in the baking tins.   Next, pour the batter into the cupcake liners.  Put them in the oven for 15-18 minutes.  Poke them, when they are done, they will be puffy.  Set them on the cooking rack for 20 minutes. (They will smell fantabulous!)  When 20 minutes is up, start making the frosting.  So, add 2 cups of sifted powdered sugar into a bowl along with 2 tablespoons of milk.  Then stir it with a spoon.  It should look smooth.  Then, load up the piping bag and put the tips on it.  Squeeze the bag in a swirling motion over the cupcakes.  Then, decorate the cupcake however you want.  Finally, eat 'em!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                                                         "Kathy"

Descriptive Paragraphs

Me and Mama wrote descriptive paragraphs.  We got the idea from a book called Write Source.  We learned about writing the topic sentence, the body sentences and the closing sentence, and we learned about using sensory details.  A sensory detail is a detail that comes from the five senses (but not always taste).

This Book Makes A Splash

     My favorite book, Matilda, is as exciting as swimming with dolphins.  The turn of pages sounds like the flapping of the dolphins' flippers.  The words are placed as perfectly as spots of sunshine coming through the waves.  The smooth cover feels like their skin.  And Matilda always seems to be smiling, just like dolphins.  When I am reading my favorite book, I always feel like I am on an exciting adventure.

"Book...stop....not again...seriously, book, stop....."  "Cannonball!"  Splash.

                                                                                                                            -Caroline P.

Daylily Daughter

     My nine-year-old daughter reminds me of a daylily garden on a July afternoon.  She wears bright, colorful outfits and sometimes rainbow-colored elastics at the ends of her braids.  When she tells me about a funny part of a book she's reading, or describes a game she is playing with her younger sister or her friends, it sounds like the cheerful chattering of wrens in the treetops.  When she cuddles with me in bed in the morning, she's as warm as summer sunshine and as soft as daylily petals.  And when she actually gets around to taking a shower, her hair smells sweet like the center of a lily's fragrant bloom.  Even though I know she's actually a girl, I still sometimes wonder if she's partly made of sunshine, chattery birds, and colorful flower blossoms.

                                                                                                                             -Meg P.

Untitled Story -- Chapter 1

(This is the first chapter in a story that I am writing)

Chapter 1

The First Snow

     Annie looked around herself.  

     "Ugh," she said.  "The summer went by too quickly."

     All she could see was white.  For most 9-year-old girls, seeing a foot of snow is the best part of winter.  They yell, "Yay!"  But not Annie.  For her, snow was the second worst thing about winter.  The first worst thing was food.  It was very scarce in the winter because she lives in "Who Knows Where," a.k.a. a big forest in Maine.  Her parents had suddenly died about a year ago leaving her to fend for herself at age 8!  She could have gone to the orphanage 3 blocks away from her house.  She started to go there, but she took a wrong turn, and ended up in a big forest.  She walked for three minutes, then noticed she was lost.  She built herself a lean-to.  Then she took her father's gun, which she had found under her parents' bed, and killed a snake for dinner.  When she got back to the lean-to, she made stewed snake.

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     Now back to the present.  Annie needed to get some food.  It was essential to eat if she wanted to survive this winter.  Plus, she needed to rebuild her fire, melt snow for water, and find the warmest spot in her lean-to.  

     "Jeez," she thought.  "I have a lot of work to do.  And I need to get it done before sunset!"

     She needed to get done before sunset because she went to bed an hour after sunset.  She would have to hurry, because it was noon.  She ran over to the lean-to, and added Repair lean-to to her list of things to do.  Then she noticed why it needed repairs.  There were footprints all around the lean-to.  She checked her Footprints Guide Book and it showed bear footprints and raccoon footprints, labeling both of them.  Then she matched them with the ones on the ground.

     "BEAR FOOTPRINTS!" she yelled.  Then, she noticed a big, brutal bear standing a foot from camp!  Annie screamed, and jumped a mile.  Then she scampered up a nearby sycamore tree.  Frightened, she peeked out from behind a branch, and saw a big, brown stump.  

     "Oh," she said.  "That is not a bear, that is not a bear, that is NOT A BEAR!"

     No matter how may times she said it, she was still scared.  All day, she kept saying "It is not a bear" over and over and over and over and over AND OVER!  She got so busy saying it that she forgot to do her chores.  That evening, she finally stopped having to say "It is not a bear."  It was then that she remembered her chores.  She looked at the sky.  By the place that the sun was in the sky, she could tell what time it was.  And right then, it was about 5 o'clock.  Annie did the math in her head.  

     "OK," she said.  "The sun sets at 6, so I have 1 HOUR TO DO EVERYTHING!"

     She yelled the last part.

Horses

Horses neigh and horses prance, horses jump but they don't dance.

Horses whinny and horses run, horses are a lot of fun.

                                                        -Caroline P.