“The point is to get it just below a boil,” Mrs. Cake said. “Any hotter and it’ll burn.”
Pinkie Pie lowered her gaze and stared at the ground. “I’m sorry.”
It was the first time she’d trusted Pinkie with her whipped caramel recipe. If something went wrong, no big deal. But follow the directions! Just follow the directions!
“So what did you do?” Mrs. Cake said in her best wheedling mother tone.
“I—I just wanted to have enough time to work on my laughing exercises, and I tried to find a shortcut, and—” Pinkie looked up, tears in her eyes “—I went to the bookstore’s bargain rack and paid a couple of cents for the Presto Timesavers cookbook.”
Mrs. Cake sighed. “You just can’t cut corners like that. Especially when you get the caramel all aerated.” She forced a sympathetic smile and patted Pinkie’s shoulder.
“Two-penny books boil the froth.”