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Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Sponge cake

WALT: write an effective recount of an experience
SUCCESS CRITERIA:
I can use
  • showing rather than telling a specific part of the experience
  • exclamation and speech marks correctly
  • key vocabulary words from our list
  • a variety of figurative and descriptive language from some tools in my Writing toolkit
  • using active verbs to show what’s happening. (called, stepped, hung, though, swung, raised, pulled, watched, dropped, ran)
  • use the exact words a character spoke

Cooking technology food

                                   Baking and making

Me and my team were getting ready in Room One cause today we were going to make sponge cakes. As happy as I was we had to stop, sit,and write down the ingredients.

As we wrote my hand felt like they were fully charged, as I typed but then we headed off to cook and I was so nervous.  My hands were shaking and blood was rushing through my head.  I’d already seen one of my team members make this mistake.  I really REALLY didn’t want to make a repeat of what she did.  Sponge cake making isn’t easy you know!  Anyway, this is what happened.

My heart was pumping a million miles an hour, and I was hoping not to get the yolk into the bowl.  I don’t know why I was stressing though.  Separating the yolk from the egg whites it was easy for me, surprisingly.  Not so much for my mates.

“Naw Letisha “ said Harmony
“That was ammo” I said.  I was feeling pretty confident in my abilities and Letisha had just tipped the yolk into the bowl.  We carried on trying to get the yolk out as we laughed and laughed.  It was pretty hard.  Looking around, a few of the other teams seemed to be having the same problem. It was a anger fueled classroom as we whisked away to get the right colour egg white. I glanced around and saw people with sore muscles.  I would call it agony.  It felt like forever as I whisked with pain throbbing through my wrist and arm. As  I watched the yolk turn and twist and fly around the bowl.  It finally was fluffy and white.

As we finished up I put our sponge in the oven - it smelt extraordinary and we were pretty confident it would turn out to be the most perfect sponge cake ever……. boy were we wrong.  At first, I could smell a burnt aroma floating in the air.  It was definitely coming from our oven. And as I bit down into the warm and soft burnt sponge cake I was quite surprised I crushed threw the cake it was perfect but burnt.

The end
By Ruby

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