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Rebirth, Renewal, Rediscovery Post: A young man finds his grandmother's recipe box
From Alilelie's prompt: A young man finds his grandmother's recipe box.
Title: (unnamed as of now)
Universe/Setting: modern day America
Rating/Warnings: Should be safe for all.
Summary: A young man moves into his new apartment. (480 words, I think I'd better just revise the word count for these to 300-500)
Everyone else had long since left for their homes leaving David alone with his handful of furniture and stacks of boxes scattered throughout his new apartment. He could hear the neighbors clock faintly chime and counted. Three in the morning and still he wasn't tired. Three in the morning and it still didn't feel like a home.
With nothing better to do he set a kettle on the stove and started opening up the few boxes in the half size kitchen. One mug found itself alone on the counter while the rest went into a cabinet. A box of cheap department store silverware went into a drawer. Plates and bowls found their way to another shelf of the cabinet that held the mugs. Only two small boxes remained when he paused to pour hot water into his mug and prepared his favorite late-night-study drink from college. Three spoonfuls of instant cocoa with another spoonful of instant coffee to satisfy two of the Geek Food Groups, chocolate and caffeine, at the same time.
The second to last box came from his parents and had, Kitchen Essentials, written across the top. Opening it up a set of measuring cups, mixing bowls, and a small kitchen scale went into a second cabinet. Joining them were a canister of salt, a single bag of flour, and a few boxes and bottles of other powders and seasonings.
The last box looked like it had been waiting years to be unpacked. Opening the box David found a note at the top in handwriting that he hadn't seen in years. "Davey, you have always been the one who seemed most to enjoy spending time in the kitchen with me. I wish I could give you these myself but if wishes were fishes as they say..." Under the note he found a treasure pile. A 1962 printing of The Joy of Cooking, complete with the coupon bookmarks and notes he remembered as a child, and a few more classic cookbooks. A cast iron skillet wrapped up in a few kitchen towels and pot holders, deep black with use and slick to the touch. But the greatest treasure of all was the simple wooden box, divided into two sections. One stuffed with recipe cards and the other holding a blank book that had been filled with recipes and his grandmother's notes about preparing them.
Flipping through the book he came to a page and smiled. He was sure he had everything he needed in the handful of supplies and gear he'd unpacked. An hour later the timer on the stove began beeping just as he finished washing the dishes he'd used. A quick peek and he decided to give the cookies a minute more, but already the scent had changed everything. Now the apartment finally felt like home.
Title: (unnamed as of now)
Universe/Setting: modern day America
Rating/Warnings: Should be safe for all.
Summary: A young man moves into his new apartment. (480 words, I think I'd better just revise the word count for these to 300-500)
Everyone else had long since left for their homes leaving David alone with his handful of furniture and stacks of boxes scattered throughout his new apartment. He could hear the neighbors clock faintly chime and counted. Three in the morning and still he wasn't tired. Three in the morning and it still didn't feel like a home.
With nothing better to do he set a kettle on the stove and started opening up the few boxes in the half size kitchen. One mug found itself alone on the counter while the rest went into a cabinet. A box of cheap department store silverware went into a drawer. Plates and bowls found their way to another shelf of the cabinet that held the mugs. Only two small boxes remained when he paused to pour hot water into his mug and prepared his favorite late-night-study drink from college. Three spoonfuls of instant cocoa with another spoonful of instant coffee to satisfy two of the Geek Food Groups, chocolate and caffeine, at the same time.
The second to last box came from his parents and had, Kitchen Essentials, written across the top. Opening it up a set of measuring cups, mixing bowls, and a small kitchen scale went into a second cabinet. Joining them were a canister of salt, a single bag of flour, and a few boxes and bottles of other powders and seasonings.
The last box looked like it had been waiting years to be unpacked. Opening the box David found a note at the top in handwriting that he hadn't seen in years. "Davey, you have always been the one who seemed most to enjoy spending time in the kitchen with me. I wish I could give you these myself but if wishes were fishes as they say..." Under the note he found a treasure pile. A 1962 printing of The Joy of Cooking, complete with the coupon bookmarks and notes he remembered as a child, and a few more classic cookbooks. A cast iron skillet wrapped up in a few kitchen towels and pot holders, deep black with use and slick to the touch. But the greatest treasure of all was the simple wooden box, divided into two sections. One stuffed with recipe cards and the other holding a blank book that had been filled with recipes and his grandmother's notes about preparing them.
Flipping through the book he came to a page and smiled. He was sure he had everything he needed in the handful of supplies and gear he'd unpacked. An hour later the timer on the stove began beeping just as he finished washing the dishes he'd used. A quick peek and he decided to give the cookies a minute more, but already the scent had changed everything. Now the apartment finally felt like home.
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I inherited some of my grandmother's things, including some kitchen gear. But sadly not a 1962 Joy of Cooking (the current as of 2000 printing instead). But I did get a stand mixer which is a Good Thing.
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I cry every time I make my grandma's sugar cookies.
(I inherited my grandfather's hammer.)
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