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My Kitten

August 19, 2011

Sarah is my twelve year old daughter and I was really glad when she agreed to write a guest blog post. She has a lot of stories in her brain just dying to get out and I knew she would come up with something special. She does a pretty good job introducing herself and setting up her post so I’ll just let her do that.



So today I’m writing the blog. Here it is.

And at the same time, I’m telling a story. I present to you, The Curse.

The first recipe we made – well we made it second, but ate it first – was our version of the Hell’s Kitchen mac & cheese recipe. We made it different by first off, not adding the bread crumbs, and secondly, changing all the cheeses. I sadly can’t remember off the top of my head what cheeses we used, but I know for sure that we omitted the blue cheese and used parmesan. Parmesan – and cheeses like it – is my favorite kind of cheese. Yum. So, anyway, how we cooked it was exactly the same as the regular mac & cheese (except we didn’t make the bread crumbs, of course).

 Once, long ago, when the world was new, a star fell. The creatures of the planet, more magical and more beautiful than they are today, felt deep sorrow for the lost star. They knew nothing of astronomy, or what lay beyond their planet. All they knew was that a beautiful thing had fallen.

However, there was one animal, a creature that would one day become a cat, that thought if she could find the star, she could capture it’s beauty in herself. She was a foolish, selfish creature, and undeserving of such things as a star.

And so it was that, though the creature found the star, in the attempt to harness its magic, she unleashed a curse upon her race. You shall be the most beautiful race, the most elegant and amazing, but each of you will carry a burden; to never look to the stars again. The voice had been like the wind, nothing more than a whisper. Still, she heard it.  “I don’t understand!” she called to no one. “What do you mean?”

 Because of that, I’m going to be very quick about how we made it. First, we boiled the pasta. Then we covered it and let it sit. Next, we drained it. For the cheese sauce, we melted butter in a pan, then added flour, dry mustard, cayenne,  and garlic powder. Then we whisked it. (I wrote this post a little late, so I can’t really remember who did what.) We added chicken broth, milk, and cream, and cooked it a little while longer. Then we added the cheese and whisked until it was a sauce. Then we had cheese sauce for the mac & cheese. Then all we had to do was put the pasta in dishes and pour the sauce over it. We then put the dishes in  the oven to cook.

 Millenia afterwards, a young cat sat on a doorstep. The cat was a very beautiful cat, everyone thought. She had rich, chocolate brown fur, tipped with a golden-white color, like stars. The cat’s name was Estelle. A beautiful name for a beautiful animal. The strange thing was, this cat was every bit s magical as it’s ancestor, – the foolish creature who was cursed – which is very strange. Animals today rarely posses such magic. Estelle, however, unlike her ancestor, wished to use her magic for the good of others, not herself. Still the ancient curse lay upon her. Now I suppose you, too, are wondering what exactly that meant. I guess I shall have to tell you. It means, to some extent, no cat will ever have faith in themselves until the curse has been broken, and everyone knows what you need most of all to break a curse. What? You don’t? Well, you need faith. More than anything, you need faith. So, now, I suppose you’re wondering how it’s possible to break the curse. The truth is, no cat can break the curse. Ever.

 Later we ate it for dinner. It was really good, and I had a lot. I’m still not completely sure it’s the very best macaroni & cheese I’ve ever  had, but it’s one of the best.

 Estelle scratched at the door she sat next to. It was dull gray, with a silvery knob. Estelle let out a wail of distress. In reply, a human came and opened up the big, gray door.

“Wha- What?” the human, an adult male, stuttered, confused. Then he looked down and saw Estelle. “Mangy cat!” he yelled, giving her a sharp kick. Estelle shrunk back in fear, then slunk off.

That’s the fourth house I’ve tried today, and no one’s taken me in! the pretty cat thought miserably. What am I going to do?

For dessert that night we had brownies, or rather “Triple-Chocolate Fudge Brownies”. We used three kinds of chocolate, of course, that’s why it’s triple-chocolate. They were bittersweet, unsweetened, and semisweet chips. We also used butter, eggs, vanilla, salt, sugar, and flour, all basic baking ingredients. First, we melted the unsweetened and bittersweet chocolate with butter, and let it cool. After that we added all the other ingredients, one by one.

Estelle was a lonely street cat with no home, no friends, no family. Oh, sure, all the other alley cats loved her, but none loved her for who she was. All they cared about was her shimmering fur. Will I ever find a family? Estelle wondered. A home?

As if in answer, a human yell came from further down the alley she was in. She pricked her ears, alert. It sounded like a young human, no more than nine years of age, and an unhappy one.

To Estelle, who only knew bits and pieces of the human language, all she could make out was, “—- mom, – —- — —– fluffy kitty!” 

The reply was that of an older human’s. “No. Fluffy kitty’s — ———. ——– — —- —— —- —- —- stripe- kitty?”

Then Estelle understood. They were choosing for a cat! Maybe  . . . just maybe . . . she could get them to choose her instead.

Next, we poured the batter into the pan and baked it! And I forgot to mention, we made the brownies a day before the mac & cheese, though we ate it after.

We ate the brownies for desert, with vanilla ice cream on top, and they were really good. 

 Estelle quietly came over, her amber eyes wide.

The little human, a sweet girl with blonde head-fur,  let out a shrill scream of delight. And some how, some way, Estelle understood the words that followed perfectly.

“Mom, *I want this one!”

The older human, also female, but with brown head-fur, turned and looked at Estelle.

“I don’t know, sweetie.” she replied. “It’s a stray, what if it’s got fleas?”

“Please?! Please mom? I’ll take good care of her!” Then the girl turned to Estelle, a determined look on her soft, pinkish face. “I’ll convince her, don’t you worry!” And with that, Estelle’s heart lifted, and hope found it’s way into her soul. As it did into all the other cats of the world, for the blessed one had found a home.

 Thanks for reading my blog entry!

And for reading my story, The Curse, the story of Estelle.

10 Comments leave one →
  1. August 25, 2011 2:02 pm

    You have a VERY talented child, good sir!

  2. Trina permalink
    August 24, 2011 12:07 pm

    Very good story. Well written and imaginative. You just might have a great career as an author.

  3. August 24, 2011 12:52 am

    Really nice job, Sarah! I really enjoyed the story, and I’m sure that if you made me some of that Mac & Cheese it’d be one of favorites too… and I’m sure that brownie was the best ever (in case you didn’t know, I LOVE brownies)!

  4. August 20, 2011 2:55 pm

    Awesome story! You have the gift of storytelling.

  5. Janet Koplos permalink
    August 20, 2011 1:01 pm

    Bravo! This was fun. Your next cooking blog/story could be about the restaurant cats of Greece!

  6. Dad permalink
    August 20, 2011 12:37 pm

    Nicely done, Sarah. GM wants to know if you’ve worked on pictures for the story which she really enjoyed. Hope you’re all having a great vacation!

  7. Nora Compton permalink
    August 19, 2011 9:41 pm

    Great post, Sarah!

  8. August 19, 2011 9:05 pm

    The mac and cheese and brownies look divine, and I enjoyed the story too! Cheers!

  9. Patti permalink
    August 19, 2011 9:02 pm

    Well done Sarah! A beautiful story!

  10. August 19, 2011 8:24 pm

    Fabulous job Sarah! You are an amazing writer. Mimi.

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