Once upon a time, there was a Girl Who Liked to Cook...Let's just call her the Girl.
She lived in a far away land where four seasons meshed together to make a colourful year full of wonder and made for fantastic wardrobe changes.
She had just left her love behind as he was a knight who didn't fancy drapery or fancy commitment either so she made the royal decision to set herself free and spread her wings. Tough decision mind you, since the Girl Who Liked to Cook came from house of tradition, the House of Nanaberry, but who said tradition had to be traditional?
Bare in mind, this Girl was the apple of the House of Nanaberry's eye, the only daughter of born to that House. Being the eldest and therefore quite sure of herself, her decisions were rarely questioned and if so, only to offer kind wisdom from the House Elders in hopes to change her mind. Which too, rarely happened.
One day, while doing her royal duty, preparing a hearty meal for her comrades where she mastered her trade, cooking, she received word from her mother of some devastating news. The last standing matriarch of her mother's House, The House of Leopold, had passed away of causes unknown.
Shocked by the news, the Girl stripped herself of her tradesman (or is it tradeswoman?) armor and dawned her cloak of mourning to stand by the side of her sweet mother, heartbroken and heavy with tears.
Her father quickly set forth arrangements for the Girl and all those who lived in the House of Nanaberry, to travel to the land of their forefathers, The Land of Many Waters, to the House of Leopold where the rights of the dead shall be performed.
But what about the Girl during this time? What was on her mind? The Girl who Liked to Cook was in her soulful place in times strife, in a world of her own. Thinking of how to make peace during a time of stress, sorrow and sadness. She couldn't think of food, cooking, or hunger. She was thinking of how to see her House of Nanaberry through to the end, where there's light at the end of a dark corridor.
Seeing her House in such dyer straights, yet surrounded by the beautiful Land of Many Waters, it seemed like even the warm tropical air, smelling like sweet caramel from burning sugar cane groves couldn't cheer her up. Not to mention, she was now alone, with no one to call her own.
Her dearest aunt, now the new Lady of the House of Leopold saw this Girl's glum demeanor and approached the Girl's mother in secret. Along with her uncle, the new Sir of the House, with social appeal even in the highest of places in the Land of Many Waters who also wanted to snap this Girl out of her depression. The three conspired in secret, and it was then the House of Leopold discovered that the Girl had broken free of the knight and is now floating aimlessly in the dreamland looking for a glimpse of love once more. A solution was in sight. The wheels were turning in their minds.
See, the Girl who Liked to Cook, only daughter born of the House of Nanaberry, was also the eldest grandchild of the House of Leopold, so she was the apple of more than one House's eye. Her sadness and confusion swept over the House of Leopold and it was hard to ignore, hence the plot to overturn her woes was working behind the scenes.
Everyday, the Girl woke up in the House of Leopold and did her royal duties, including cooking, feeding the younger ladies and sirs who were born after her, going to market with her driver and guards to select her produce of the day, even met with the public who too mourned the loss of the late Lady of House Leopold.
With glazed eyes, she poured hot tea, displayed biscuits and jams on pretty platters, served the countless of guests who visited the home. Shaking hands, smiling weak smiles, and covering her tears with courage. Blind mindless chatter of how generous and loving the late Lady was, how she carried herself gracefully as a lady should. Few of the visitors even said the Girl reminded them of the late Lady.
Food didn't taste the same as it used to, she thought to herself, as she sliced parakeet green guavas with blush coloured bellies into uneven wedges. The thought reminded her of her Georgetown Mornings from a time passed. A rickety ice box from the ancient days of Disco, leaned sideways a little as she jerked the door open looking for fresh milk for the next kettle of tea brewing.
The cupboards were the same sea foam green, with glass window panes. Now, older and taller, she could now see what was behind those clumsily painted doors. Mismatched china, goblets and dusty wares. Fine matched with not so fine. Beauties and blemishes all jumbled into one collage of cluttered cutlery.
A Royal Method to a Royal Madness! A genuine half-smile finally graced the Girl's lips.
Every spoon that clanked in each tea cup, every warped aluminum vessel that sizzled with hot oil and chilies, and every dry sand-paper scrape of a bent butter knife on crusty brown toast seemed amplified. The Girl Who Liked to Cook, could feel and hear every moment of it.
Soon the aunt and uncle, the new Lady and Sir of the House of Leopold, had reached their wits end. Enough gloom for the Girl Who Liked to Cook! It was time to set forth the plan they had masterminded in the shadows with the keen assistance of her mother.
Little did this Girl know, who or what was about to happen next. All she knew was the taste of sorrow, the lack of seasoning in her life. But all that was about to change...
xo,
The Girl Who Likes to Cook
She lived in a far away land where four seasons meshed together to make a colourful year full of wonder and made for fantastic wardrobe changes.
She had just left her love behind as he was a knight who didn't fancy drapery or fancy commitment either so she made the royal decision to set herself free and spread her wings. Tough decision mind you, since the Girl Who Liked to Cook came from house of tradition, the House of Nanaberry, but who said tradition had to be traditional?
Bare in mind, this Girl was the apple of the House of Nanaberry's eye, the only daughter of born to that House. Being the eldest and therefore quite sure of herself, her decisions were rarely questioned and if so, only to offer kind wisdom from the House Elders in hopes to change her mind. Which too, rarely happened.
One day, while doing her royal duty, preparing a hearty meal for her comrades where she mastered her trade, cooking, she received word from her mother of some devastating news. The last standing matriarch of her mother's House, The House of Leopold, had passed away of causes unknown.
Shocked by the news, the Girl stripped herself of her tradesman (or is it tradeswoman?) armor and dawned her cloak of mourning to stand by the side of her sweet mother, heartbroken and heavy with tears.
Her father quickly set forth arrangements for the Girl and all those who lived in the House of Nanaberry, to travel to the land of their forefathers, The Land of Many Waters, to the House of Leopold where the rights of the dead shall be performed.
But what about the Girl during this time? What was on her mind? The Girl who Liked to Cook was in her soulful place in times strife, in a world of her own. Thinking of how to make peace during a time of stress, sorrow and sadness. She couldn't think of food, cooking, or hunger. She was thinking of how to see her House of Nanaberry through to the end, where there's light at the end of a dark corridor.
Seeing her House in such dyer straights, yet surrounded by the beautiful Land of Many Waters, it seemed like even the warm tropical air, smelling like sweet caramel from burning sugar cane groves couldn't cheer her up. Not to mention, she was now alone, with no one to call her own.
Her dearest aunt, now the new Lady of the House of Leopold saw this Girl's glum demeanor and approached the Girl's mother in secret. Along with her uncle, the new Sir of the House, with social appeal even in the highest of places in the Land of Many Waters who also wanted to snap this Girl out of her depression. The three conspired in secret, and it was then the House of Leopold discovered that the Girl had broken free of the knight and is now floating aimlessly in the dreamland looking for a glimpse of love once more. A solution was in sight. The wheels were turning in their minds.
See, the Girl who Liked to Cook, only daughter born of the House of Nanaberry, was also the eldest grandchild of the House of Leopold, so she was the apple of more than one House's eye. Her sadness and confusion swept over the House of Leopold and it was hard to ignore, hence the plot to overturn her woes was working behind the scenes.
Everyday, the Girl woke up in the House of Leopold and did her royal duties, including cooking, feeding the younger ladies and sirs who were born after her, going to market with her driver and guards to select her produce of the day, even met with the public who too mourned the loss of the late Lady of House Leopold.
With glazed eyes, she poured hot tea, displayed biscuits and jams on pretty platters, served the countless of guests who visited the home. Shaking hands, smiling weak smiles, and covering her tears with courage. Blind mindless chatter of how generous and loving the late Lady was, how she carried herself gracefully as a lady should. Few of the visitors even said the Girl reminded them of the late Lady.
Food didn't taste the same as it used to, she thought to herself, as she sliced parakeet green guavas with blush coloured bellies into uneven wedges. The thought reminded her of her Georgetown Mornings from a time passed. A rickety ice box from the ancient days of Disco, leaned sideways a little as she jerked the door open looking for fresh milk for the next kettle of tea brewing.
The cupboards were the same sea foam green, with glass window panes. Now, older and taller, she could now see what was behind those clumsily painted doors. Mismatched china, goblets and dusty wares. Fine matched with not so fine. Beauties and blemishes all jumbled into one collage of cluttered cutlery.
A Royal Method to a Royal Madness! A genuine half-smile finally graced the Girl's lips.
Every spoon that clanked in each tea cup, every warped aluminum vessel that sizzled with hot oil and chilies, and every dry sand-paper scrape of a bent butter knife on crusty brown toast seemed amplified. The Girl Who Liked to Cook, could feel and hear every moment of it.
Soon the aunt and uncle, the new Lady and Sir of the House of Leopold, had reached their wits end. Enough gloom for the Girl Who Liked to Cook! It was time to set forth the plan they had masterminded in the shadows with the keen assistance of her mother.
Little did this Girl know, who or what was about to happen next. All she knew was the taste of sorrow, the lack of seasoning in her life. But all that was about to change...
xo,
The Girl Who Likes to Cook
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