Fiction: Great-Uncle Morrie's Cookbook

Title: Great-Uncle Morrie's Cookbook
World: other
Word count: 2,364
Rating: G
Prompt: origfic_bingo, kitchen disaster; tic_tac_woe, Wishes go awry/spells rebound
Notes: As soon as I started putting my two bingo cards together, I knew I had to combine these two prompts!


It all started when Joy decided to experiment with making her soup spicier.

The problem was that her son hated spicy food. Joy, her husband, and their daughter would all happily eat food that seared their mouths, but Alexander would throw the soup bowl across the room if his food were spicy enough to please his father—and he was much too old to be throwing food. Punishment hadn’t helped.

So Joy had resorted to making her food relatively bland, enough that everyone was willing to eat it, even if they weren’t always thrilled.

But she was tired of it, and she craved the fire. So she’d looked into ways to make her son’s share of the food palatable to him while the rest of the family ate spices that melded with the rest of their dish, and that had led her to the attic.

So maybe it really all started when she found Great-Uncle Morrie’s cookbook.( Read more... )

April Patreon story: Homeland

At the beginning of the world, the Sivrit people were wanderers. We traveled on our feet, the very old and young on the backs of animals, from place to place as the circle of the year turned. It was exhausting—yes, I’m sure you can imagine! We never stayed in the same place for long.

The people complained of this, but the king of the time told them to be quiet. Traveling meant there was always food for the animals to eat, no matter what the season, and it meant that we never had to endure very bad weather for long. He thought it was the best way for our people to live.

But the king had a daughter, and she had other ideas. She saw how her old auntie walked stubbornly until she fell, because riding the animals was so uncomfortable. She saw how babies cried and were hungry, because their mothers were too tired from walking all day to give them enough milk. She knew there must be a better way.

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