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    Taz's Recipe
    Taz's Recipe
    Taz's Recipe
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    Taz's Recipe

    By Diane Tullson

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    Fourteen-year-old Taz knows one thing for sure: she's a perfect disaster in the kitchen. Every time she tries to cook, chaos ensues. After fires, toxins and more than one minor injury, Taz will be happy if she makes it through her food-science class in one piece. But when the class enters a competitive race for a coveted program and Taz is put in a group that expects to win, the pressure is on. As the competition heats up, Taz is desperate to hold her own and not let her team down.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOrca Book Publishers
    Release dateSep 13, 2016
    ISBN9781459811881
    Taz's Recipe
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    Diane Tullson

    Diane Tullson has an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of British Columbia and is a trained technical writer. She is a member of the Canadian Children's Book Centre, the Vancouver Children's Literature Roundtable, Children's Writers and Illustrators of British Columbia and the Writers Union of Canada. Diane has been nominated for many awards, including the Stellar Award and the Arthur Ellis Award. Diane lives near Vancouver, British Columbia. For more information, visit www.dianetullson.com.

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      Taz's Recipe - Diane Tullson

      Acknowledgments

      Chapter One

      Baking pans clatter in the Food Science 9 classroom as people finish today’s assignment. We’ve made chocolate chip cookies. Mielle’s cookies are already cooled and in a box, ready to take home. All her dishes are washed and put away. I survey the mess at my workstation. My cookies are still on the pan, and I haven’t even started to clean up. With a perfectly polished finger Mielle points at an untouched cup of chocolate chips in front of me. She says, Taz, the recipe works better if you use all of the ingredients.

      No! I forgot the chocolate chips.

      Mielle shrugs. They’re called chocolate chip cookies for a reason.

      Why does Mielle always choose to work next to me? Because I make her look even more perfect?

      Ms. Koe flits from station to station, checking people’s work. Her voice lifts in pitch and volume as the clock inches toward the bell. Quickly, please, clean your stations. She pauses at a group of guys. Counters too, Cal. Food safety begins with clean work habits. She breaks off a crumb from one of their cookies and tastes it, mentally measuring all the ingredients. She checks the clock. Five minutes, students. Marks deducted if you don’t finish in time.

      I grab a handful of chocolate chips. Maybe I can scatter some on top of the cookies so it looks like I didn’t forget them. I strew the cookies with the chocolate chips. But the cookies have cooled, and the chocolate chips roll off. I try to press some chips onto a cookie, but the cookie breaks apart.

      Maybe if I melt the chocolate chips slightly, they’ll stick. I head to the microwave with the cup of chocolate chips. How long does it take to soften chocolate?

      Ms. Koe’s voice is at screech level now. No one leaves until this classroom is clean.

      Several people groan. I slam the door on the microwave, crank the timer and run back to my station. I shovel dirty dishes into the sink. Soap bubbles slosh onto the floor. Mielle takes a step away, protecting her sweater from the spray with a notebook. I don’t have time to care if my shirt gets splashed. I plunge my hands into the dishwater and start washing.

      Cal, I’m not going to tell you again! Ms. Koe’s eyes are buggy. Cal uses his spatula like a catapult to launch blobs of cookie batter at his friends. If there’s even one speck of mess at your station… She pauses and sniffs the air. Did someone leave an oven on? Check your ovens, everyone.

      I toss my dishes, still wet, back into the cupboard.

      Meille sniffs. What is that smell?

      I can smell it too. It’s burning plastic. And chocolate.

      I feel my stomach drop. My chocolate! I run to the microwave.

      The inside of the microwave swirls with black smoke. Ms. Koe spots it too. She stammers, No! Don’t open—

      I yank open the microwave door.

      —the door!

      Smoke billows into the classroom. Flames lick out of the microwave. The ceiling smoke detectors start to squeal.

      Ms. Koe vaults for the classroom fire extinguisher.

      Then the sprinklers go off.

      It’s like a shower, except it’s cold. And with the entire class. And the teacher. She gasps. Stay calm! Don’t run!

      People do not stay calm. Everyone makes for the door. Three girls all named Sara block the doorway as they struggle to get through it. In their identical jeans and their identical shoes and their identical braces, they look like a three-headed human. The school fire alarm is blaring, and I can hear the pounding of people’s feet in the halls.

      Mielle clutches her arms across her chest. Nice work, she says to me, rolling her eyes. Her sweater clings to her like a wet plastic bag. Not like it’s cashmere. She picks her way to the door, water squishing from her shoes.

      In the time it takes to get outside I tell myself that no one knows who set the microwave on fire. It’s possible that the microwave malfunctioned. Maybe it was an electrical fire, out of anyone’s control. When I reach the front of the school, only the Food Science 9 students stand dripping, their clothes stuck to them, their makeup running and their hair in lank strands. Everyone else is dry. Only the sprinklers in our classroom went off.

      Everyone else finds this funny.

      The Food Science 9 class does not find this funny.

      Mielle hovers at Ms. Koe’s side. She tugs on the teacher’s arm. "What’s going to happen to our classroom? Our class won’t be canceled, will it? I need this course. I need

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