today has been an ysaurella day. i rooted about in the magical envelope she sent me…. and pulled out the myrtille sauvage blend.
i ran the kettle, i measured the tea, i added the water, set the timer and walked away. suddenly i heard edith http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fFtGfyruroU from the kitchen. she was wearing an old fashioned apron and chasing me about with an oversized wooden spoon!
‘sortez vous de ma cuisine!’ she shrieked…. it’s not like i had much choice! i knew that if that spoon connected it would pack quite a whallop.
i ducked behind the couch and spied covertly. she crashed through the disorganization that is our kitchen.
’we’re renovating,’ i called out in justification of the mess.
it was a mistake, i had interrupted again. a serving fork flew narrowly missing my head.
i smelled jam. jam? i was tempted to look but was still vaguely terrified.
bluberries, but not only. i smelled raspberries? maybe huckleberries? and then cookies?? i took a chance and poked my head up silently. sugar cookies! ysaurella had packed edith piaf in an envelope and sent her to make jam and cookies in our disorganized kitchen? that’s a lady with connections!
edith elegantly placed a cookie on a plate, spooned the warm jam over top and put it next to my steeping tea.
following my nose i found the plate gone, but my jam covered cookie happily steeped in my tea cup.
a refrain called out to me very distantly and i barked laughter, ‘non, je regrette rien…’