Teach me what mother won't

Silvano Sadira · 05-14-2011, 09:09 PM

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For Aunty Ghita Big Grin

doesn't really help you reply :c accidentally long xD

Silvano sat in the hallway, yes the hallway. He had a book in his hand, choosing to forsake the library chairs and floor there for the narrow hallway leading to it. Why it was here that he wanted to sit, he had no idea, but he did know that he was feeling nicer here, more cozy. It was strange, but the Sadira yearling could not care much about it, choosing to read the recipe book in the quiet of this narrow part of the house. There was honestly no reason why he was reading this particular book, but he did know that it was a very interesting read. He had skipped all the entrees, though they were so delightfully appetizing; basted roasts, smoked meat, grilled, boiled, fried. Granted he had never tried anything really fried but that was due to the fact that oils were hard to come by unless it came from roasted pig and that was rare enough.

But the youth had skipped those and the appetizers (which were mostly vegetables anyway), and straight to the sugary treats that made humans fat and round. He skipped past the dry muffins and found the cakes. The pictures were faded and yellowed but they looked delicious regardless. The little descriptions called them moist and sweet, and the frosting as thick and rich, and the Sadira really wanted to try them. But all the ingredients would be next to impossible to find, especially since most had already long since expired. Oh but what would he do to have tasted some of this stuff in the book. Sugar was hard to find, and Silvano could not help but think these would remain dreams. His stomach growled slightly and he huffed, putting down the cook book and looking at the other book beside him.

He was not really keen on reading it, but he did know that in it, the women all cooked for men, but now it seemed like it was whoever caught something made it, or else offered now and then to do it rather than let the women do it all their own. "Huh, why was it all the women cooked?" he asked the wall, staring blankly at it. "Why did it matter?" he muttered, scratching at his stomach slightly. "Women.. women.," he rambled, thinking about them. He had not yet really had that legendary crush all yearlings supposedly had. So he had to wonder what the big deal was. "What's the big deal about girls?" he muttered. See? He had no idea.

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