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sidhe_faerie) wrote2016-12-02 10:42 am
sidhe_faerie) wrote2016-12-02 10:42 am
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17. Home Cooking
Linda walked into the house and sniffed the air. There was a distinct smell of food cooking. “Frank? Are you here?”
“I’m in the kitchen.” Frank called out.
“Good because I don’t think burglars cook when they break in.” Linda put her bag on the hall table and took off her heels. She padded to the kitchen then stood there in shock.
Frank turned with a smile on his face that faded when he saw Linda’s. “I’m going to clean it up.”
There were pots pans and bowls all over the counter. There was flour on the floor and something dripping off the edge of the island. Two egg shells had just missed the trash can in the corner.
“Oh god! I need wine.” Linda pointed her finger at him. “This better be cleaned up before you go to bed. What did you do? Did use every pot and mixing bowl I have?”
“I think there may be a bowl or two in the cabinet.” Frank sighed. “You’re going to love what I made. Go sit in the living room and I will bring you wine.”
Linda went to sit down and Frank brought her a glass of red wine.
“Dinner is almost ready.” Frank gave her a kiss on the cheek and went back into the kitchen.
Linda took a drink from the wine glass and sighed. It had been the longest week and she was finally free for the next two days.
Frank came back ten minutes later and took the glass from her. “Come sit at the table and eat.”
“Just bring it here and give me back my wine.” Linda said as she reached for the glass.
“Come get it.” Frank said as he walked to the dining room.
Linda sighed and got up. She was relieved when she saw the room wasn’t a mess like the kitchen.
The table in the dining room was set and the candles were lit. It was very romantic.
“Sit down and I will bring the plates.” Frank put the glass at her chair and went into the kitchen.
Linda sat down and waited.
Frank came back with two plates of beef stroganoff and steamed asparagus. He sat the plates on the table and sat down. “Surprised?”
“Stunned. I didn’t know you could cook.” Linda took a taste of the stroganoff. She was surprised how good it was. “Where did you learn to make this?”
“It’s my grandmother’s recipe.” Frank smiled. “I just wanted to share it with you.” He slid a small black box across the table. “Hopefully, I will be cooking for you a lot more when we are married.”
Linda put down her fork and opened the box. The diamond was small but the ring was beautiful. “Yes you will.”
“I’m in the kitchen.” Frank called out.
“Good because I don’t think burglars cook when they break in.” Linda put her bag on the hall table and took off her heels. She padded to the kitchen then stood there in shock.
Frank turned with a smile on his face that faded when he saw Linda’s. “I’m going to clean it up.”
There were pots pans and bowls all over the counter. There was flour on the floor and something dripping off the edge of the island. Two egg shells had just missed the trash can in the corner.
“Oh god! I need wine.” Linda pointed her finger at him. “This better be cleaned up before you go to bed. What did you do? Did use every pot and mixing bowl I have?”
“I think there may be a bowl or two in the cabinet.” Frank sighed. “You’re going to love what I made. Go sit in the living room and I will bring you wine.”
Linda went to sit down and Frank brought her a glass of red wine.
“Dinner is almost ready.” Frank gave her a kiss on the cheek and went back into the kitchen.
Linda took a drink from the wine glass and sighed. It had been the longest week and she was finally free for the next two days.
Frank came back ten minutes later and took the glass from her. “Come sit at the table and eat.”
“Just bring it here and give me back my wine.” Linda said as she reached for the glass.
“Come get it.” Frank said as he walked to the dining room.
Linda sighed and got up. She was relieved when she saw the room wasn’t a mess like the kitchen.
The table in the dining room was set and the candles were lit. It was very romantic.
“Sit down and I will bring the plates.” Frank put the glass at her chair and went into the kitchen.
Linda sat down and waited.
Frank came back with two plates of beef stroganoff and steamed asparagus. He sat the plates on the table and sat down. “Surprised?”
“Stunned. I didn’t know you could cook.” Linda took a taste of the stroganoff. She was surprised how good it was. “Where did you learn to make this?”
“It’s my grandmother’s recipe.” Frank smiled. “I just wanted to share it with you.” He slid a small black box across the table. “Hopefully, I will be cooking for you a lot more when we are married.”
Linda put down her fork and opened the box. The diamond was small but the ring was beautiful. “Yes you will.”