Dinner
There were birds waiting for me when I arrived to begin the bread. This was becoming a common event and if I could pretend they were chickens, so could everyone else. They tasted good by the time I was done with them, and that was all that mattered. I, of course, started the bread first so that I could do the proper meal while it rose and could cook while it baked. What I would give for a stone oven. the one in the kitchen seemed so simple. Normally, I love whatever makes things easier, but in the case of bread, I would honestly rather have what I was familiar with.
There was something distinctly calming about bread. Kneading it, waiting, shaping it, baking it. The smell alone was a comfort. My mind wandered to my many other marriages, my childhood, and invariably to my time in Ver Isca. Devout zealots though they were, it had been nice to take my loaves, carefully covered and laid on the board, to the village oven. It was a chance to chat and gossip while we all waited for our baking to be complete. It's funny, I think, how some things are much more pleasant in retrospect.
It was all ready in time for the set meal, laid out on the counter. A hearty vegetable stew as well as the birds cooked with onions and tomatoes on the top of the stove. I'd had time to make a salad as well and as soon as the bread came out of the oven, I slid in a pan of sliced apples with a sugary crumble in so that it would be finished and still warm when people were ready for it. All in all, it was quite a bit of food and last, but absolutely not least, I took the strawberry Jell-o from the refrigerator for McKay. Oh, all right, I made it for myself, but I'd share. Really.
[Your Saturday meal post! Tag each other, tag Vala (but I'll be very slow), eat. She's very noticeably pregnant in case your pup didn't know already.]
There was something distinctly calming about bread. Kneading it, waiting, shaping it, baking it. The smell alone was a comfort. My mind wandered to my many other marriages, my childhood, and invariably to my time in Ver Isca. Devout zealots though they were, it had been nice to take my loaves, carefully covered and laid on the board, to the village oven. It was a chance to chat and gossip while we all waited for our baking to be complete. It's funny, I think, how some things are much more pleasant in retrospect.
It was all ready in time for the set meal, laid out on the counter. A hearty vegetable stew as well as the birds cooked with onions and tomatoes on the top of the stove. I'd had time to make a salad as well and as soon as the bread came out of the oven, I slid in a pan of sliced apples with a sugary crumble in so that it would be finished and still warm when people were ready for it. All in all, it was quite a bit of food and last, but absolutely not least, I took the strawberry Jell-o from the refrigerator for McKay. Oh, all right, I made it for myself, but I'd share. Really.
[Your Saturday meal post! Tag each other, tag Vala (but I'll be very slow), eat. She's very noticeably pregnant in case your pup didn't know already.]