Merry Christmas, SHYGRYF!
Title: Not Quite Perfect
Author: katmarajade
Written for: shygryf
Pairing: Molly/Arthur (but mainly Molly gen)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 414
Prompt: perfect
Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Molly Weasley had not always been a great cook.
Notes: I had intended to write something else for this one, but after writing another cooking-centric drabbly bit (posted yesterday) where Molly is always harping on her kids to learn how to cook/bake, this bunny hit me and wouldn't let me do anything else. I hope you like it, bb.
Contrary to popular belief, Molly Weasley had not always been a great cook.Her dinners during her first year out of school and those first few years of marriage had been truly appalling.
Every once in a while, when she's pestering her kids about cleaning charms and basic cooking skills, she feels guilty for not telling them why she's such a stickler about her children learning them. Everyone is convinced that she's always been a dab hand at freshly baked bread (laughable! If they only knew!) and delectable roasts (so much meat charred beyond edibility …).
If her brothers, who had dearly loved to tease her every chance they got, and her mother, who was the most interfering, meddlesome, wonderful woman Molly had ever known, were still around, the stories would have been a weekly if not daily fact of life. But they're not.
The only one who knows just how dreadful her cooking skills once were is her husband, and for some reason, he's never said a word.
She remembers the disaster of an anniversary supper that she'd attempted that first year. She'd scrimped and saved secretly so she could splurge on a scrumptious feast. It was meant to be Arthur's favorite. Looking back, she should have tried something less ambitious, but she'd been convinced in that ridiculous way of twenty-year-olds that love and positive thinking were more powerful than actual culinary knowledge.
The Beef Wellington had been an unmitigated disaster. The puff pastry was nearly ash when she pulled it out of their smoking oven. When she cut into it the beef was nearly raw. The roast potatoes were inexplicably crunchy and the pudding had never set, and she had to ladle it the chunky mess into cups to serve it.
Arthur had choked down an entire serving's worth of that Beef Wellington and declared it "delightful".
Molly had looked at him with tears in her eyes and had known there had never been a better man in the history of the world than her husband.
When she serves her now large family dinner, dishing out all manner of delicious treats to her loved ones, she remembers it. Arthur still looks at her across the long table and gives her the same beautiful, crooked smile. Twenty-five years, seven children, two wars, too many losses, and thousands upon thousands of joyful moments later, she still believes he's the best man in the world and that there could never be a more perfect partner.
Author: katmarajade
Written for: shygryf
Pairing: Molly/Arthur (but mainly Molly gen)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 414
Prompt: perfect
Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Molly Weasley had not always been a great cook.
Notes: I had intended to write something else for this one, but after writing another cooking-centric drabbly bit (posted yesterday) where Molly is always harping on her kids to learn how to cook/bake, this bunny hit me and wouldn't let me do anything else. I hope you like it, bb.
Contrary to popular belief, Molly Weasley had not always been a great cook.Her dinners during her first year out of school and those first few years of marriage had been truly appalling.
Every once in a while, when she's pestering her kids about cleaning charms and basic cooking skills, she feels guilty for not telling them why she's such a stickler about her children learning them. Everyone is convinced that she's always been a dab hand at freshly baked bread (laughable! If they only knew!) and delectable roasts (so much meat charred beyond edibility …).
If her brothers, who had dearly loved to tease her every chance they got, and her mother, who was the most interfering, meddlesome, wonderful woman Molly had ever known, were still around, the stories would have been a weekly if not daily fact of life. But they're not.
The only one who knows just how dreadful her cooking skills once were is her husband, and for some reason, he's never said a word.
She remembers the disaster of an anniversary supper that she'd attempted that first year. She'd scrimped and saved secretly so she could splurge on a scrumptious feast. It was meant to be Arthur's favorite. Looking back, she should have tried something less ambitious, but she'd been convinced in that ridiculous way of twenty-year-olds that love and positive thinking were more powerful than actual culinary knowledge.
The Beef Wellington had been an unmitigated disaster. The puff pastry was nearly ash when she pulled it out of their smoking oven. When she cut into it the beef was nearly raw. The roast potatoes were inexplicably crunchy and the pudding had never set, and she had to ladle it the chunky mess into cups to serve it.
Arthur had choked down an entire serving's worth of that Beef Wellington and declared it "delightful".
Molly had looked at him with tears in her eyes and had known there had never been a better man in the history of the world than her husband.
When she serves her now large family dinner, dishing out all manner of delicious treats to her loved ones, she remembers it. Arthur still looks at her across the long table and gives her the same beautiful, crooked smile. Twenty-five years, seven children, two wars, too many losses, and thousands upon thousands of joyful moments later, she still believes he's the best man in the world and that there could never be a more perfect partner.