She opened the fridge and got out the bags of bell peppers, setting them by the sink before fetching a knife, the small cutting board that they almost always used for small cutting jobs, and a bowl.
Opening the first bag, she rinsed off one of the peppers and cut the top off. She removed the centre and all the whitish flesh before splitting the pepper into quarters, which she sliced into thin sticks and cut into small squares, clearing off the cutting board into the bowl as it filled.
Once the bowl was about half full of peppers she put the leftover peppers back into the fridge and discarded the seeds and other parts of the pepper that weren’t typically eaten into the bucket of organic matter that was usually fed to the laying hens.
She fetched the unopened bottle of Catalina dressing out of the pantry and opened it, emptying its contents into the bowl of peppers before stirring it all thoroughly. She put a lid on the bowl once it was all combined and put it in the fridge.
Next she turned to the cookbook holder on which the recipe card she needed was sitting. She consulted it for the ingredients she needed and fetched them, as well as one of the straighter-sided bowls, the hand-mixer, and the beaters, which she locked into place.
As she measured the ingredients into the bowl she heard the side door open as Dad came in. She turned on the beaters to combine the ingredients as Dad came up the stairs, heading past behind her to the bathroom to wash his hands before he disappeared upstairs.
Once the first batch of ingredients were mixed to look like tiny gravel she added a little bit of cream, only adding enough to make the frosting spreadable before putting all of the ingredients away and licking off the beaters of what she wasn’t able to whip off of them by running them at full speed over the frosting, but still within the bowl, before she put them into the sink.
Fetching both a flexible spatula and one of the straight and very shiny flat spatulas for spreading frosting that she’d been given as a birthday gift, she used the first one to transfer as much of the frosting as possible — which was most of it, as this frosting recipe didn’t actually stick to the bowl in the same way that other frostings did — onto the brownies that she’d baked yesterday, as well as doing some preliminary spreading before she used her flat spatula to smooth it out so that it almost looked professional.
She licked the excess frosting off both spatulas, and washed the flat spatula right away because of the fact that she wanted to keep it in good condition, drying it off right away in order to prevent spots of dried water appearing on the shiny stainless steel that could sometimes blind her if she was frosting something when the sun was shining through the window at the right angle, or she was doing it when it was dark enough outside that she needed the lights on to see.
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