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Cooking Lesson
By: guest74 Date: December 6, 2021, 1:16 am
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(12/05/21 7:43:37 pm)
Acacia
says to ALL: Enters ...
(12/05/21 8:55:43 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
Acacia
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Camden's Hut]
. A small Hut situated on the beach front ,one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm…
Here is the personal home of Camden.
says to ALL: I knew that I had fretted and worried over nothing
and had all the confidence in the world that She would return to
the hut without anything the matter.
With the return of my Mistress, so too, did that inner voice.
What's more, is that inner voice was inside my had where only I
could hear it has become quite vocal. I was constantly looking
around me ensuring that I was alone. On the chance that whatever
spoken is heard, I'll just shrug my shoulders and hope the
gesture works and nothing is mentioned about it. I'd get strange
looks however and would give a smile that all was well and there
was nothing to worry aboutl!! Eventually they'd move on as would
I and that would be the end of that. Until the next time.
When my Mistress came through the doorway a package had been
tossed to the table telling me that it was a heavier cloak and a
pair of hand coverings or gloves. I smiled at Her, thanking Her
over and over until a hand was held up and I hushed immediately.
Though it had been a very long day and all She wanted to do was
go to bed, She still sat at the table to eat. I had been ladling
the stew into the bowl and was turning to serve Her as She sat.
Placing the bowl on the table before Her, I mentioned that I
hadn't been able to cut or warm a slice of bread for her. She
just nodded her head and ate. I moved back to the fireplace to
tidy up while I waited for her to finish eating. I noticed that
She kept glancing to the floor and would turn her head in the
direction of the bedroom. After the third time of this, She
turned and gave me a look with an arched brow. I believe She
wanted to know what happened to the rugs that had been there
this morning. I felt my cheeks burn, a lopsided smile graced my
lips as I began to explain that in order to clean them well, I
usually tossed them over something and took a broom stick to
them, after which I let them rest and air out before bringing
them back inside and I had come back inside to do something else
and forgot that they were there. I felt my toes curl inside my
boots. Something passed across over Her features, but I couldn't
be sure if had been real to not. It could have been a smile. Or
maybe she had softened that gaze that could sometimes look right
at you but through you too.
(12/05/21 9:04:12 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
Acacia
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Camden's Hut]
. A small Hut situated on the beach front ,one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm…
Here is the personal home of Camden.
says to ALL: A nod of that head before returning to the bowl
without a word being spoken too. I breathed a silent sigh of
relief but because nothing was said was no indication that I
wasn't in trouble. I didn't think I was, and I did see something
on that face that something about what I had said was amusing!
But I wasn't sure if what I had seen had been a smile or
something else. Leaning back against the small counter I was
asked if I knew how to cook. "I can make tea and blackwine
Mistress. I could make a soup or stew I believe. Otherwise, no,
I do not know how to cook." That head nodded once again and as I
approached to gather the dishes and wash them, She suggested
that it might be beneficial for me to speak with the cook. "Yes,
Mistress." I replied as she said goodnight and left the room.
After cleaning and putting everything away, I made my way to the
bedroom and lay upon the furs at the foot of the bed. The last
thing I recall is looking out the small window and seeing the
stars...
The following morning was as it usually was. I got up first,
stoked the fires, added another log if needed and then proceeded
to prepare fresh blackwine. As a surprise, I warmed a slice of
bread and put some honey on it as well as a handful of some
dried fruit that cook had given me yesterday. And today, I would
be going to see her for instruction on how to cook soup and
stews. With my hands in the water that I had filled I wondered,
"What else can be cooked in a pot?" I went still. Very still.
Didn't move a muscle. Though my eyes did widen and ever so
slowly I began to turn my head toward Her. Slowly. Very slowly.
And when my head reached its destination those green eyes of
mine looked at Her. She was chewing I saw, and not paying me any
attention. My head swiveled back, a brief smile was seen and
then it was gone as I finished up with what I was doing. One of
the villagers had brought Her home and offered to bring Her back
this morning. I was tagging along as well. Hopefully I won't
have to cook anything tonight but ladle it into a bowl like I've
been doing. I was excited about today as I would be able to wear
the new cloak and gloves given to me and, maybe, ride in the
back of the cart or wagon, without being in a cage!!
(12/05/21 9:22:35 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
Acacia
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Kitchen]
where food and drinks are prepared for service.
says to ALL: When we arrived at our destination, I hopped off
the back, grabbing the sack and the pot I brought, told Mistress
that I'd see Her later, wished Her a good day and entered the
kitchen. It was empty. Like it had been yesterday, though that
didn't stop me from still looking around. The cook just shook
her pure white-hair head of hers with a chuckle, pointing to a
sack similar to the one I brought, filled with stuff by the
looks of it as well, saying that all that was needed was to put
the soup into the pot. I looked at her a moment. I began to
frown wondering if anyone had informed cook that I would be with
her this day to learn how to cook a soup or a stew. Clearing my
throat as quietly as I could, I opened my mouth to speak but
lost my nerve and closed it again. Her back was presented to me
and the frown deepened as once again my mouth opened so I could
speak and then just froze in place. I am a newly acquired slave,
in territory I am extremely unfamiliar with and am about to tell
this person, who has probably been the cook here longer than my
born days, that she is teach me how to cook? My mouth shut and
the resounding snap worked its way along my jaw line an into my
gums where it settled for an ihn only to disappear.
I began cautiously, wondering if I'll be making a hasty exit. I
repeated and smiled at the elder as she turned toward me. She
smiled back and I knew that that had to be a very good sign! I
was ready now! I said a third time, "Did Mistress say anything
to you about teaching me make a soup or a stew?" That smile
never wavered. She didn't look surprised. She didn't even look
to be upset that such a thing was being asked of her. In fact,
she looked almost happy!!! In that moment, I began looking at
Cook in a new and different light. "Which Mistress?" broke the
silence. Which Mistress indeed, I thought, taking a short but
deep breath and exhaling slowly, "my Mistress mentioned ... or
rather she suggested that I speak with you and ask if you would
mind teaching me or showing me how to make a soup or stew."
(12/05/21 10:08:55 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
Acacia
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Kitchen]
where food and drinks are prepared for service.
says to ALL: From what I've been told, most cooks are extremely
territorial and don't like it when someone new is introduced to
the kitchen. They'd show their displeasure to their Owner in
various ways and were always punished for it. This Cook was more
at ease and comfortable wherever she ended up helping and she
was never in a hurry to do anything. Especially when it came to
cooking. Even when an explanation was needed, it was never
rushed or hurried. The smile worn on her features currently was
always visible and always in place. It never wavered and she
never faulted. She lifted that shaggy head and looked at me with
that smile, her eyes were bright, and a glint could be seen. I
gave her a slow blink of my eyes and began to chuckle softly. I
believe that I was in for a treat if that look in her eye meant
anything. "Both of them talk to me." shot into the air and hung
there, as if suspended, wanting to sure that I understood what
had just been said to me. She was so matter of fact! She was
also someone that didn't get too excited about things. "Really?
Both of them?" Nodding her head she turned back to what it was
she had been doing, "So you want to learn to make soup and
stew?"
I gave her a very enthusiastic response and began to make my way
to her, "Yes!! She nodded her head and turned to look at me when
I stood next to her, "You'll like cooking," she said her voice
almost wistful, but she was able to free herself of that
particular memory giving me her full attention. It was well
after the mid-day meal had been served when I left there to
return to the hut. The pot that I brought to return was being
brought back so I can use it when I make the soup. The filled
sack that had been on the counter contained various vegetables
and two loaves of bread rather than one. Apparently, I was ready
to cook my first meal tomorrow. I was frowning. I could feel
that I was.
(12/05/21 10:44:03 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
Acacia
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Kitchen]
where food and drinks are prepared for service.
says to ALL: It wasn't that I wasn't ready, but I wasn't ready.
Not after having received such little information!! I was told,
and shown, how to peel the vegetables that needed to be peeled;
I was shown what size to cut them into and how much water to add
to the pot. I was given a large amount of spices and herbs to
use as well, "Not too much of this one or it will taste funny."
said the Cook, shaking it slightly by the end and put it back in
with the other herbs and spices. The aroma was light but
nonetheless powerful. "That smells like mint." I said. It was
actually the dirt that still covered it. Cook laughed at me when
my nose wrinkled from the lingering aroma of mint. After a few
ihns, I turned away from her, moving around the kitchen and
gathering everything that will be needed for this soup tomorrow.
"Remember to watch the water level," said Cook, nodding my head
as I secured the newer, heavier and much warmer cloak and went
to get the pot that contained this evening's supper, "It needs
to be started early and cook all day." A finger had been
pounding the surface of the counter as emphasis. I gave her a
smile and said that it will get started early in the morning.
At the door, I paused a moment, then said, "Thank you Cook, for
helping me with this." She smiled, nodded and waved me off like
she usually did and out the door I went. The walk back will help
me clear a head that suddenly feels its full of cobwebs, making
it challenging to even think about anything that was remotely
worth the time and effort.
Nearing the hut, I could see that the rugs weren't as stiff as
they were earlier and picked up my pace. I had an idea on how I
could make use of them. That, I thought, was definitely going to
be a project.
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