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Primrose Bolger · 01-12-2006, 03:45 AM

Ginger and Wren lend a hand

‘Are you sure you don’t need any help with those cookies?’ Ginger watched as Buttercup floured the rolling pin and began to roll out the dough. She’d gotten Cook’s special star shaped cookie cutter down from the wall, and mixed up a bowl of sugar and cinnamon to sprinkle on the cookies as they baked.

‘No, I’ll be fine,’ Buttercup said. She stopped for a moment and pursed her lips. ‘Now that I think of it, there is one thing you can finish up.’ She pointed to the small basket of lemons the merchant from bree had left several days ago. ‘Cook wants to have some drinks for them that can’t or don’t want ale or hard cider and such. Ruby’s got pitchers of plain cider sitting in the cooler. Can you and Wren make the lemonade?’ She nodded her head toward the canister of sugar she’d set out on the table. ‘The sugar’s there. And in the pantry are some early strawberries to make it look pretty. Except for the cookies here, that’s about the last thing left.’

Ginger got out the lemon squeezer and bolted it to the edge of the table. She set Wren on a stool by the table, a cutting board in front of her and a small paring knife in her hand. ‘Just be careful and pluck off the leaves from the strawberries then slice them into nice thick pieces. Here, here’s a bowl to put them in. I’ll juice the lemons while you’re doing that . . .’

01-12-2006, 03:45 AM	#11
Primrose Bolger Wight Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Near Bywater Pool Posts: 196	Ginger and Wren lend a hand ‘Are you sure you don’t need any help with those cookies?’ Ginger watched as Buttercup floured the rolling pin and began to roll out the dough. She’d gotten Cook’s special star shaped cookie cutter down from the wall, and mixed up a bowl of sugar and cinnamon to sprinkle on the cookies as they baked. ‘No, I’ll be fine,’ Buttercup said. She stopped for a moment and pursed her lips. ‘Now that I think of it, there is one thing you can finish up.’ She pointed to the small basket of lemons the merchant from bree had left several days ago. ‘Cook wants to have some drinks for them that can’t or don’t want ale or hard cider and such. Ruby’s got pitchers of plain cider sitting in the cooler. Can you and Wren make the lemonade?’ She nodded her head toward the canister of sugar she’d set out on the table. ‘The sugar’s there. And in the pantry are some early strawberries to make it look pretty. Except for the cookies here, that’s about the last thing left.’ Ginger got out the lemon squeezer and bolted it to the edge of the table. She set Wren on a stool by the table, a cutting board in front of her and a small paring knife in her hand. ‘Just be careful and pluck off the leaves from the strawberries then slice them into nice thick pieces. Here, here’s a bowl to put them in. I’ll juice the lemons while you’re doing that . . .’