This is the twenty-third entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part
of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to
find out what happens in the end.
Thank you for reading!
23. Cooking
The
woman didn’t turn. She was cooking something on the Rumford. “Well rested, are
you? You arrived awfully late.”
“My
apologies if it was inconvenient-”
“None
needed! I’ve not had company for a while.” She dropped a handful of herbs into
the pot and stirred till their scent infused the air. “I only hope you’re not
running from the magistrate.”
He almost grinned. “I’m afraid it’s nothing
quite so exciting.”
“Anything
is more so than this little inn.”
Being
in such a removed area, he could easily believe that.
“Sit down,” she said kindly. “A meal will do
you good.”
Note - A Rumford is merely the type of stove that was used.
It was invented in approx. 1800 by Count Rumford (aka Benjamin Thompson.)
Sounds like he's in good hands. A good meal always puts things in perspective!! That photo is making me hungry!! ;)
ReplyDeleteMe too! It's a great picture and a brilliant entry today!
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