An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will
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Nothing says lovin' like something from the oven. So sings the
Kitchen Witch. In older times, an iron cauldron hung in the hearth
and was always bubbling something. "Peas porridge hot, peas
porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot, nine days old."
The cauldron is a place of transformation and served as an oven before they were invented. Meats, grains, herbs, spices: they all went into the cauldron. They all came out different and as a blend for the better. There is room for skill here. What goes with what? What makes things more tasty? What makes people better? Here are opportunities for healing. "Have some chicken soup, my dear...." Preparations go best with words and song. Stir in a few hopes and dreams, and let simmer for a while. And do be nice to the Kitchen Witch. She knows how to cook with mushrooms, and some of these are better for you than others. And perhaps, if your have been really naughty, she might make you a very special apple. It's not nice to mess with a Kitchen Witch. |