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After leaving the clinic, she headed to the kitchen to put dinner together. She was distracted, her tea forgotten and going cold, and clumsy with her still bandaged hand. She'd be lucky if she didn't chop off two fingers. Mm. Finger soup.
She ended up reheating some of the carrot, potato and celery soup (finger free) that she'd made a few weeks before and frozen, heating some bread, and making bowls of pasta in tomato sauce with a little cheese and salad with a basic dressing to go with it. At least the soup smelt fantastic.
She stood at the counter chopping fruit for a fruit salad, a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice
It wasn't much.
She wasn't in the mood for much.
She absently took a piece of rock candy out of a bowl that she'd set out and sucked on it.
(It's your Wednesday meal post with the Lady of the Dawn in the kitchen. Tag Eostre. Tag each other. The food's good and it's plentiful.)
She ended up reheating some of the carrot, potato and celery soup (finger free) that she'd made a few weeks before and frozen, heating some bread, and making bowls of pasta in tomato sauce with a little cheese and salad with a basic dressing to go with it. At least the soup smelt fantastic.
She stood at the counter chopping fruit for a fruit salad, a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice
It wasn't much.
She wasn't in the mood for much.
She absently took a piece of rock candy out of a bowl that she'd set out and sucked on it.
(It's your Wednesday meal post with the Lady of the Dawn in the kitchen. Tag Eostre. Tag each other. The food's good and it's plentiful.)