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Tuesday - March 24th, 2009
Who: Ingrid and Reese
When: Evening
Where: Their apartment
What: A surprise
It was dumb to be nervous, and yet she was. This was a sensation that was a relative new presence in her life and Ingrid was remiss to admit that it had become quite frequent. Now that Reese was back in her life, though, she wanted to do everything right, everything better. And she was trying very hard to do that and, in turn, putting a lot of pressure on herself. But pressure was good. Pressure she could handle. She was determined. And hopefully tonight would go a long way toward showing that.
The dinner was set. Wyatt had already been picked up from daycare, cleaned up and seated in the high chair at the table as well, playing with his little spoon and babbling. It was admittedly a little bit cute. Dinner was ready, just put on the table, a large and piping hot dish of Shepard's Pie. Beside that, there was a smaller one, a single sized portion that was less aggressively seasoned and pulverized to shit before being cooked. That one was for the baby, and she was allowing it to cool a bit while waiting on Reese to get in.
It didn't stop there, though. She'd made peach cobbler too, complete with a touch of lavender. And chilling in the fridge was some sweetened and whipped mascarpone cream that would help to offset the flavors. This was the type of cooking her mother had always done. And Ingrid could only hoped that it tasted good. Her palette couldn't really pick up on the flavors, couldn't quite determine if they were too subtle, too strong, or just right, but Bastian had given her a pretty comprehensive recipe and she had followed it to the tee. She just really, really hoped that it had all turned out right.
When she heard the key in the apartment door, she could feel her stomach tighten up ever so slightly. Her hands smoothed down the front of the dress she had changed into once the messy part of the cooking had been done and she called out once she knew he was in the apartment. "We're in the kitchen." He could probably smell that. The whole house smelled of food at the moment.
When: Evening
Where: Their apartment
What: A surprise
It was dumb to be nervous, and yet she was. This was a sensation that was a relative new presence in her life and Ingrid was remiss to admit that it had become quite frequent. Now that Reese was back in her life, though, she wanted to do everything right, everything better. And she was trying very hard to do that and, in turn, putting a lot of pressure on herself. But pressure was good. Pressure she could handle. She was determined. And hopefully tonight would go a long way toward showing that.
The dinner was set. Wyatt had already been picked up from daycare, cleaned up and seated in the high chair at the table as well, playing with his little spoon and babbling. It was admittedly a little bit cute. Dinner was ready, just put on the table, a large and piping hot dish of Shepard's Pie. Beside that, there was a smaller one, a single sized portion that was less aggressively seasoned and pulverized to shit before being cooked. That one was for the baby, and she was allowing it to cool a bit while waiting on Reese to get in.
It didn't stop there, though. She'd made peach cobbler too, complete with a touch of lavender. And chilling in the fridge was some sweetened and whipped mascarpone cream that would help to offset the flavors. This was the type of cooking her mother had always done. And Ingrid could only hoped that it tasted good. Her palette couldn't really pick up on the flavors, couldn't quite determine if they were too subtle, too strong, or just right, but Bastian had given her a pretty comprehensive recipe and she had followed it to the tee. She just really, really hoped that it had all turned out right.
When she heard the key in the apartment door, she could feel her stomach tighten up ever so slightly. Her hands smoothed down the front of the dress she had changed into once the messy part of the cooking had been done and she called out once she knew he was in the apartment. "We're in the kitchen." He could probably smell that. The whole house smelled of food at the moment.
