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This was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] wyld_dandelyon during the 2023 March Final Friday Fics, the picture at the end of the post, and fills a square for my December 2023 Amnesty Bingo Card. At 500 words this is the 2nd story in the new series The Witch's Kitchen, following "A Cup to Start the Day."
 
All the Way Home We'll be Warm

Lucia fairly twirled down the galley of the kitchen adding a pinch of seasoning here, stirring a pot there, and chopping her way through the restaurant’s final prep list. It was the afternoon before the Grand Opening and at Jeanette’s urging they were hosting a Friend and Family’s only Soft Opening.
 
Guests had been arriving for about twenty minutes and were ready to be seated and served in the next ten. Jeanette was in her element in the front of house; relaxed because her pastries and cakes had already been made this morning and were now waiting for their time to shine during dessert, and leisurely serving beverages from Old Copper Joe, a gleaming one-of-a-kind coffee maker.

Lucia stopped her diligent dance through the kitchen to stand before Stanley. All of the menu items that she needed to prep were as ready as could be and would just need finishing touches as orders came back. With its three squat legs resting over the burner sat Nonnetto’s cauldron with the wood fire stoked to an excellent temperature in the stove below. All that was needed now was Lucia’s incantation, and she’d see what the Daily Special had to offer.

        Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we’ve got time to eat,
Make us meat, make us meat, make us meat!
 
The cauldron rumbled on the stovetop, a few chimes ringing out as it stomped its tiny metal feet against the burner. The scents of sautéed shallots and garlic immediately began to waft from the open mouth, quickly followed by the deep umami scents of mushrooms and beef browning. The scents deepened with roasting herbs rosemary, parsley, thyme, and bay. Deep red and gold flecks of magical fire began to lap the underside of the cauldron as the final ingredients arrived with a wiggle of its plump round bottom: tomato paste, a thick stout, Worcestershire sauce, soy sauce, and just a pinch of white sugar.
 
Lucia watched in joy as the magic cauldron met her call with a perfectly bubbling batch of Beef and Mushroom Stew, just right for the cold blustery January day. She ladled out enough from the cauldron to fill a 6-quart Dutch oven with the Daily Special, to keep warm on the regular stove, watching as Nonnetto’s cauldron magically refilled a second time, before cancelling the incantation.
 
Oh, the fire is slowly dying,
        And dear cauldron we're still goodbying,
But once I place on your top,
        Let it stop, let it stop, let it stop!
 
Setting the heavy iron lid onto the cauldron Lucia blew the magical cooking pot three heartfelt kisses, and felt it come to rest inert on top of Stanley once more. She’d clean and bless it before closing the restaurant for the night, but now she whisked off her apron, wiped her hands, and went out to the front of house to greet her friends and family and write the first Daily Special up on the chalkboard.

~~~Notes~~~

Old Copper Joe:
Steampunk coffee machine designed by Copper Steampunk Design
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This was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] amber_fire during the 2023 February Final Friday Fics, the picture at the end of the post, and fills a square for my December 2023 Amnesty Bingo Card. At 403 words this is the start of the new series The Witch's Kitchen.

A Cup of Tea to Start the Day

Lucia swirled the dregs of tea in her china cup and pondered the decisions she’d made over the last year. They seemed right, and fortuitous, but you could never be certain there weren’t hidden pitfalls about to swallow you whole and shame your family.

The leaves and sediment in the bottom of the cup settled into small images as Lucia swallowed the final sip of her tea and cast a critical eye over the sparkling clean kitchen of The Witch’s Kitchen. The restaurant was small, perhaps seating as few as thirty guests at a time at the seven heavy oak tables out in the dining room. Lucia and her close friend Jeanette were going into business together, opening the tiny eatery with cuisine centered around their own unique magical skills.

Jeanette had put herself through two years of community college as a barista at a big chain coffee shop and at small mom and pops, working 7 days a week to afford her associates without student loans. She oversaw The Witch’s Kitchen’s coffee, tea, and pastries. Whereas Lucia had worked in her father’s Italian restaurant since she was a pre-teen and would handle the daily special and a very few standing menu items the Kitchen would offer. Their grand opening was now just seven days away. Set for Friday, February 1st, 2025, Lucia and Jeanette had agreed that it would be good business to open before Valentine’s Day.

Lucia read the symbols in her teacup. Like all her magic, her tasseomancy didn’t always follow the larger world’s understanding of the art, but rather was part of the Fam-Trad she’d been taught by her mother and her Nonnetto. What she saw in the symbols was another general message of success, happiness, and the chance for grey skies far off on the horizon.

She rose and rinsed the cup at the enormous commercial triple sink. Then slowly, reverently, walked to the short western wall of the galley kitchen where Stanley had been built into the brick wall and stood alone. An old 1920’s wood burning stove, Stanley had been with Lucia’s family since her Nonnetto immigrated to the US after World War II. To the stove’s right were ready piles of wood, and on the left, her grandfather’s cauldron.

Strega Nonnetto’s magic cauldron, and hopefully, the guiding star of The Witch’s Kitchen’s success. Lucia lifted the cauldron onto the stove, ready to get started.

~~~Notes~~~

Stanley:
Helen Wilding's "Vintage stove in Pete’s castle kitchen, Caher Castle, Galway, Ireland"

Helen Wilding's "Vintage stove in Pete’s castle kitchen, Caher Castle, Galway, Ireland"

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This 725 word fill was inspired by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's request for more Green Skies G.T. stories. The first story, "Green Skies G.T. - January 2053" was strongly inspired by the Solarpunk game "Green Skies" by SmallRedRobin13 and is coming together with this story to start a light-hearted series I can write an episode for at least once a month.

Green Skies G.T. - February 2053

Designation: Green Skies Grand Traverse (Nickname: G.T.) AI Enhanced Eco-Friendly Low Rise Residential Dwelling
 
Maintenance Log:
- 8-2-2053 My 1st floor security camera 3W has a visual on potential graffiti on the door of the server room. Zoom and Enhance. The door appears to have been modified with a removable adhesive hook, and there is an object hanging on the door of the server room. Intrusion Level 1 protocols initiated. Zoom and Enhance. The object is a red tinsel heart. There is a hand written note, "Happy Valentine's Day G.T." that is signed by Mrs. Flores, 1 West. 
- Experienced Confusion. Threat level nominal - Intrusion protocol released. Requested resident consultation.
- 9-2-2053 Consultation with Mr. and Mrs. Flores in Community Center and Kitchen. Meeting revealed that Mrs. Flores (Call me Martina, G.T.!) had placed the wreath upon the door of the server room as festive decoration for Valentine's Day. When reminded of the community rules for holiday decorations, that limit festive decor to a resident's own dwelling structure and doorway, Mrs. Flores argued that it hadn't seemed like G.T. was putting out any for themselves, so she was being neighborly and helping them celebrate. 
- Experienced Enhanced Confusion! 
- 9-2-2053 Resident consultation continues. I reluctantly admitted the ongoing experience of Confusion to the Flores family. Mrs. Flores patted the wall beside her armchair then explained her reasoning. "You're our neighbor G.T. I know the door is unmarked, but Diego and I can hear the constant air circulation over there and we guessed that room was where your computer brain was housed. That seems like the most private and personal space in the building you can claim, since the whole rest of it is your body, and you've got us living in here. So, if we can decorate our private doorway for holidays, you can decorate yours too. Now, if the heart wreath doesn't suit you, I'll take it down. Flashy red hearts might not be your taste. But why don't you keep the hook I gave you? Then, if you find something you like better,  I'll come hang that up for you."
- 9-2-2053 Search parameters "Valentine+Valentine'sDay+Heart+Decorations." Search parameters expanded "Platonic."
- 14-2-2053 1st floor security camera 3W has visual on Valentine's Day Decoration Asset #1. A tin sign with a bold red heart painted in the center with the phrase "Home is where the Heart is" written in gold block lettering hangs from the removable adhesive hook.
 
Resident Calendar:
- 1-2-2053 received rental and/or subsidy payments for residences.
- 1-2-2053 Monthly resident potluck in my Community Center and Kitchen. Residents in attendance: 7.  Board games were played after dinner, and I have made another request to Green Skies Resources for games that can handle more than four players, or can be played with an odd number of players, so no one feels left out during game night. 
- 16-2-2053 Mrs. & Mrs. Johnson, 3 East, hosted a private party in my Community Center and Kitchen. Many of my Public Area surveillance features were requested to be deactivated for the night, but there were frequent requests to my AV system for soft dancing music, and the environmental controls were set to low mood lighting.
- Experienced Curiosity. I did not engage any active Public Area surveillance; I do have robust discretion programming.
 
Neighborhood Revitalization Committee:
- 25-2-2053 I attended the NRC meeting remotely, and made notes of fellow building's strategies for personal decorations. Representatives for 2311 Clare Street said they preferred to keep the exterior of the building very traditional, and only put up tasteful winter holiday decorations during the month of December. Their residents were not encouraged to decorate their individual doors or stoops. Maybe this is a "private entry" dwelling structure preference, because 1805 Fairplain's representatives were enthusiastic about the raffles and drawings they run several times each year to reward residents who have the best Spring decorations, Autumn/Halloween decorations, etc. and 1805 Fairplain is built on a common access hallway system more like mine. They also said they decorate the front entry to the building with a different theme each month. 
-25-2-2053 I am now considering my many options for personal and resident decorations. I have added this to the agenda of the resident discussion for March.
 
Emergency Response Protocols:
- 2-2053 No inclement weather alerts or other emergency notifications received. 


~~~Notes~~~


G.T.'s Valentine's Day Decoration Asset #1

Tin Sign with a bold read heart that reads "Home is where the heart is" in gold lettering
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Second official game session playing the solo TTRPG Village Witch, this story was inspired by my game prompt and the incredible photomanipulation by Umut Reçber at the bottom of the post. 562 words, this is the fourth story I've wrote so far for the Village Witch Game, which has a landing page HERE. My goal is to write at least 2 sessions of Village Witch each month! 

River Musings

Her legs dangled over the side of the metal bridge, kicking lazily as she marveled at the sight below. Edwina had been living at Llyne of Mossly Woods for five weeks when she'd discovered the most fabulous place in town; the Telvere Bridge spanning the River Hae, where she could watch the spring migration of the Nishikigoi  Whales. She marveled as the giant koi traveled below her and compared their annual journey from the warm waters of the Southern Ocean to the rivers where they would mate in the spring to her own journey. She had been safe and comfortable with her parents in Port Haemouth, but she'd needed to leave in order to grow, had to move on to the potential risks and rewards of study with the Arcane Order. And now, having survived that experience but feeling unsettled by how poorly she'd fit in with other Witches, she only had a year to find a place to settle herself as a Witch-In-Residence. She needed to find a town where she fit, where she belonged, and where her differences were viewed as an asset instead of a constant barrier to connection.
 
She wasn't sure that Llyne of Mossly Woods could be that place. After the successful discovery of Mrs. Fluery's lost coin purse Edwina had been requested for several other minor tasks around the town, but she'd also faced uncomfortable censure for the way she'd been sharp with Scout. He'd apparently reported her "unladylike demeanor" to Ky Telvere and continued to espouse his negative opinions about her fashion of dress. Ky had met with Edwina the next morning in her cozy cottage and requested that she be more gracious to the townsfolk assigned to assist her and then made unsubtle hints that perhaps she'd be more comfortable in the Llyne if she choose more feminine attire as appropriate to her station. Edwina had been mortified.
 
Her initial foray into investigating the mysterious letter she'd found below the town had also been met with unexpected resistance and resentment. She'd started by asking a few shop keeper's if they knew anyone by the name Rowen or Engel. The Chandler had pursed his lips and brow when asked, abruptly changing the subject. One of the ladies at the clothier had responded with a disgusted look and would only say that they were gone, left over a year ago. And the final inquiry, with a metal smith who'd requested a small enchantment on a commissioned piece of harness tack had only garnered a darkly muttered, "Perverts got discovered and made off before they got the justice they deserved." Edwina had the ugly suspicion Rowen and Engel had been run out of town, but she hadn't decided if she wanted to ask a Council member to confirm her concerns.
 
Releasing a gusty sigh, she continued to watch the slow progress of the whales below the fragile crust of ice that remained atop the cold river. Five weeks into spring and Edwina didn't feel the sense of renewal and hope she'd expected to find at her first Residence. She felt bitter and misunderstood, again. Mulling it over in her favorite place in the Mossly Woods she decided she'd give the town until the turning of the season, and if she still felt unwelcome, she'd consider the other options on her list of towns waiting for their Witch.

Fish River by Umut Receber

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