“My sister sent me an apprentice. Well, I have two gifts, the pie and the Princess.”
* * *
When Ursula walked into the kitchen, she couldn’t believe she was in a fantasy. Herbs hung here and there, as did sausages, jars of pickled vegetables, tubs full of spices and seeds on high shelves. Fish, poultry, and meats hung on hooks. Long tables supported workers who chopped, cut, and mixed.
Hanging in the large fireplace were pots with sauces, stews, vegetables, and pasta. Servers carried trays of foods with aroma and beautifully displayed left the kitchen. Then the servers arrived back with the empty dishes. At the same time, others washed pots, jars, bowls, silverware, plates, and goblets. Everyone moved in orderly chaos.
Greta observed Ursula, “Tomorrow you start your education, tonight go upstairs rest. In the servant's quarters is a room for you. Take a bath; you had a long trip.”
Early the next morning, Ursula ran to the kitchen, ready. Ursula learned as much as she could 'a little bit of this a little bit of that just right’ and ‘so much oil, fry, turn over, be delicate.’
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish