Baking Blogfest: Princely Stew

Author: Anastasia V. Pergakis // Category: ,


Okay, I'm posting this early since there is another blogfest going on tomorrow too! Oi! Got a bunch of them coming up this week!

Anyway, this one is for a baking/cooking scene! Woot! My scene is a deleted scene from "The Faery's Tale" The beginning at one time was completely different than it is now, so this is the deleted, will never be used again, so thanks to Charity for giving me a chance to share it!

Check out the other entries for this here!

**The Scene - for those that know and have been readin the excerpts I put up lately, about Rosyani and Drache you know their relationship status and what not. Anyway, in this version, Rosyani got a job at a tavern and has her own house in Enthril - hiding from the King and her family. Drache comes over to have dinner with her once a week. Here is the scene**

She opened the door and saw a large shopping bag with feet. Drache popped his head over the bag with a smile.

“Hello. I brought dinner," he said.

“But I already have groceries.”

“Yes, but I thought tonight I would cook.”

“You can cook?”

“Of course.” Rosyani cocked her eyebrow at him. “Okay fine. I spent the whole day with the cook.”

“That is kinda sweet.”

“You know, working at the tavern has ruined your vocabulary.”

She smiled sweetly. “Thanks.”

Drache rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen. Rosyani sat at the table to watch him attempt to cook. She found the whole ordeal amusing. It was the first time she had seen him second guess himself as he tried to remember the ingrediants.

Drache finally sat a plate in front of her.

“Oh goodness,” she whispered. “What is this?”

“Stew,” he said matter of fact.

She hesitated before picking up her spoon. It looked nothing like stew. It looked like something she would find on the side of the road. However, she didn’t want to hurt Drache’s feelings. After all, it was his first try.

Taking a small spoonful to her lips, she prayed for courage. She had to fight the urge to spit it out but she managed to swallow it.

She smiled at Drache who smiled back, looking pleased with himself. He scooped a huge spoonful into his mouth and quickly spit it out. Rosyani couldn’t help herself and burst out laughing.

“Sorry,” he said.


“No. It is fine. Truly. Just not my taste is all.

“Liar. I don’t understand what I did wrong.”

He looked down at his plate with the saddest look Rosyani had ever seen. She giggled.

“I think you just added too much spice then overcooked it. Otherwise it is great.”

“Sure. Are you still going to eat it?”

“Goodness no!” she laughed.


“That’s what I thought.”


He cleared the plates and put them in the sink.

“Here, we will start with something simple.” She smiled.


She took out bread, meat slices, cheese, and lettuce. She set the supplies on the counter before getting all the utensils she would need.


“Okay, what we are going to make is called a ‘sandwich’. You take this - called a ‘knife’…”


“Very funny,” Drache said crossing his arms.

She smiled innocently then handed him the knife. Drache made the sandwiches while Rosyani talked him through the process. Once back at the table, Drache seemed proud of himself.

3 Responses to "Baking Blogfest: Princely Stew"

Charity Bradford Says :
April 30, 2010 at 2:45 PM

LOL, I'm glad you shared this. I loved the playfulness between Rosyani and Drache. It would be fun to have dinner with them, even if it was a two course meal with only one being edible. ;)

Such fun!

Harley D. Palmer Says :
April 30, 2010 at 4:56 PM

I think I might put this back into the story somewhere, maybe as a dream from Rosyani or Drache, thinking about the future after they return home from their epic journey. I think it would be sweet.

Roland D. Yeomans Says :
April 30, 2010 at 9:07 PM

You invested this scene with a zestful sense of fun -- hard to do for me with food scenes. I look forward to reading your LAST LINES entry. I had to post mine early due to work. Roland

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