by Furious_DDD » Tue Jul 11, 2017 7:11 pm
Melanyne continued kneeding the dough. This particular recipie took constant attention, our at least that is what her mother had told her. Flip, add flour, punch, punch, roll. There was no particular pattern, just care and attention, that was what was needed. She had settled on this particular pattern years ago, when baking with her mother. The rhythmic pattern always brought her back to that small farmhouse kitchen, iron stove in the corner boiling water for midday tea. A bright eyed young girl in a yellow apron, watching as a short black haired woman, tough as nails, created her own special magic with nothing more than what the farm provided.
"Mama?"
"Yes, Melanyne" said Sara as she glanced up from the magic infront of her.
"Am I doing it right?"
"You are, just remember, you cannot let the dough sit, you need to keep kneedng it untill it is ready"
"How will I know when it's ready" asked Melanyne as the back of her had deposited flour on her forehead as she move some whisps of caramel coloured hair from her eyes.
"I will tell you, my love. Just like my Mama told me, and you will tell yours one day.
The tea pot whistled and Melanyne was flung back to the now. The yonge girl, older. The yellow apron, a little more dull. Eyes, bright as ever.
She looked around, at a discarded pile of vegtables across from her and an empty stool.
"Now where did that boy go? Little rascal,look away for a moment and he's gone"
Melanyne knew exactly where Cardona had run off to. It had been the same every time he had the chance these last last few days.
She made her way out of the kitchen, to a small side room at the other end of the farmhouse.
There she found Cardon, silently standing and staring at the sunburnt man, who breathed softly and barely moved.
"Cardon how many times do I need to tell you, let him rest"
"He smells funny"
"That because he didn't eat his vegtables"
Cardona poked the man, and he groaned.
Before Melanyne could tell Cardona to stop, he was already running out of the room.
At that moment Jarues had made his way into the farmhouse for the Midday meal. He found Melyane in the side room. He kissed his wife on her forehead.
"How is our friend today"
"He smells, but no longer of rott"
"That is progress" said Jarues as he sat in the chair beside the man.
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Melanyne continued kneeding the dough. This particular recipie took constant attention, our at least that is what her mother had told her. Flip, add flour, punch, punch, roll. There was no particular pattern, just care and attention, that was what was needed. She had settled on this particular pattern years ago, when baking with her mother. The rhythmic pattern always brought her back to that small farmhouse kitchen, iron stove in the corner boiling water for midday tea. A bright eyed young girl in a yellow apron, watching as a short black haired woman, tough as nails, created her own special magic with nothing more than what the farm provided.
"Mama?"
"Yes, Melanyne" said Sara as she glanced up from the magic infront of her.
"Am I doing it right?"
"You are, just remember, you cannot let the dough sit, you need to keep kneedng it untill it is ready"
"How will I know when it's ready" asked Melanyne as the back of her had deposited flour on her forehead as she move some whisps of caramel coloured hair from her eyes.
"I will tell you, my love. Just like my Mama told me, and you will tell yours one day.
The tea pot whistled and Melanyne was flung back to the now. The yonge girl, older. The yellow apron, a little more dull. Eyes, bright as ever.
She looked around, at a discarded pile of vegtables across from her and an empty stool.
"Now where did that boy go? Little rascal,look away for a moment and he's gone"
Melanyne knew exactly where Cardona had run off to. It had been the same every time he had the chance these last last few days.
She made her way out of the kitchen, to a small side room at the other end of the farmhouse.
There she found Cardon, silently standing and staring at the sunburnt man, who breathed softly and barely moved.
"Cardon how many times do I need to tell you, let him rest"
"He smells funny"
"That because he didn't eat his vegtables"
Cardona poked the man, and he groaned.
Before Melanyne could tell Cardona to stop, he was already running out of the room.
At that moment Jarues had made his way into the farmhouse for the Midday meal. He found Melyane in the side room. He kissed his wife on her forehead.
"How is our friend today"
"He smells, but no longer of rott"
"That is progress" said Jarues as he sat in the chair beside the man.
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