I had a deadline. At exactly 1600 hours, I am to present 72 big and 90 small heart-shaped cookies to Wonder Girl for their Valentine bake sale. Hesitant baker that I was, I have no choice. My baby sister needed rescuing and I am the only available superhero in HQ at the moment. Superman is busy helping Pres. Bush locate the weapons of mass destruction of Saddam. Cat Woman is in Hollywood to cast the new star of her next film. And Hellboy is occupied with TV interviews and product endorsements. Armed with my apron and spatula, I, Super Sister, get to work.
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0900 hours

After consulting the Book of Confectionery Concoctions, I head to the cupboard for the ingredients to make the chocolate chip cookies. Using my calculating abilities, I estimated the total bake work to three batches of big ones and three batches of small ones. Each batch would take an entire hour to mix the ingredients, shape the dough and cook it to perfection. For now, time is my enemy.

Two cups of flour, three-fourth tablespoon of baking powder, half a cup of brown sugar, half a cup of oil and three eggs, beaten, go into my Tupperware mixing bowl. I wash my hands clean and begin to work on the dough. With each push and pull of the dough, I grip the bowl and start to use my Palate Seduction (PSed) powers. Palate Seduction (PSed) is mainly the power to influence a person through the stomach. By using food as a decoy of my motives, I am able to make the person do whatever I want.

I brought out mental pictures of the sweetest moments of my life or the most romantic stories I've heard from Spiderman, Jean Grey and the Invisible Girl and then transferred the emanating energy from these pictures to the dough. Soon enough the dough is smooth. I then add three-fourths cup of chocolate chips and mix it again for an even finish. I leave the dough to rest while I start on the oven.

0920 hours

Having washed my hands clean, I pre-heat the oven to 180 degrees Celsius and return to the dough with my cookie cutter, cookie pan and oil. I lightly grease the pan with oil and set it aside. I then turn to the dough, take a fistful and begin to pat the dough down on the board, readying it for the heart-shaped cutters. Pressing down on each available section of the dough, I placed each cut piece on the pan as I sing one love song after another and transfer their energies to the uncooked cookies.

With the first batch ready to cook, I wash my hands yet again and place the pan inside the warm oven. While I waited, my mind and hands began on the second batch.

0950 hours

The lovely aroma of freshly baked cookies fills the air of the Galactic Federation of Heroes' kitchen. With dog-shaped mittens, I carefully take the hot pan out of the oven. I am not so invulnerable as I used to be. Ever since I started my training, I have found that my other powers have diminished. Perhaps it is to compensate for the genes I am using as I develop the rest of my abilities.

Using my spatula, I ease out each cookie onto a cooling rack. I then do a quick oiling of the pan and place the second batch on it. Once again, I face the hot oven and feed my sweet brown dough creations into it.

1220 hours

Wolverine came by and tried to steal a cookie from me. Good thing I stopped him from having a bite or else he would have fallen madly in love with the first person he sees (me, at this point, as I am the only person in the kitchen) for ten minutes. Such is the amount of PSed I used on each piece. My brain hurts as I finally eased out the third batch of the big hearts from the oven. I deserve a break, my face all red and flustered from the heat. But I cannot stop now. I will not disappoint Wonder Girl.

1406 hours

I'm getting irritated at this point. But the sight of all those lovely brown delights lined up in front of me is worth this pain and aggravation. Cutting the third batch of small hearts, I begin to wonder how nice it would be if Batman showed up and ate one of my yummy cookies. He'd probably carry me off to his Batmobile and we'd spend the entire day at his mansion. Maybe I should make some more just in case he drops by.

1550 hours

It is done. I am tired and hungry but it is done. Beside me lay 162 pieces of perfectly baked, golden brown cookies, smelling sweetly of chocolate and desire, inside a Tupperware container. I heaved a satisfied sigh.

1602 hours

An excess of a dozen big heart-shaped cookies lay on a plate drizzled in chocolate syrup on the table while I washed my hands for the last time. As I was putting the ingredients and utensils away, Wonder Girl arrives in her red carriage. She exclaims thanks, gives me a peck on the cheek and hurriedly left HQ to join the rest of the protégées on their Valentine bake sale at Hero University. I can't wait for her report tonight.

While I was cleaning the oven, Hercules enters the kitchen and greets me. Distracted by the melted chocolate chip stains inside the oven, I did not hear the munching and moaning sounds over by the table. Suddenly, I remembered the extra cookies I left on the table.

Fearing the worst, I slowly raised myself off the oven and stared at the cookie crumbles on top of the empty plate. I watched helplessly as Hercules' pupils expanded at the sight of me.

Too tired to conjure up a convincing illusion, I surrendered to an inescapable fate. I slowly head for the refrigerator to grab a carton of milk. Nothing goes down best with cookies than milk.

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