Mother Goose (mama_g) wrote in into_the_woods, @ 2008-11-25 15:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | xfrog prince - prince, xmother goose |
Stockpiling (tag: open)
So it seemed she had a new pupil, of sorts. Young Rowan was a willing student, at least, if completely lost in the kitchen. Far be it for the kindly old woman to make the girl feel worse, but she couldn't help but continue to wonder at the ineptitude of Rowan's mother and grandmother. Who in their right mind felt they were protecting a girl by not allowing her to learn how to cook and bake? It was an essential part of life, unless one wanted to live on uncooked roots, or buy expensive pre-baked goods from the market.
Not that the market was useless. It was where Mother Goose was heading, as a matter of fact. If she was going to be teaching the girl how to cook, she was going to need supplies. Lots and lots of supplies. Far more than she could procure from her own garden. With a basket over her arm, she said goodbye to Osgood, the owl that stood sentry at her home. She stepped through the gate, and set off at a quick pace toward the center of town.