Second Prayer - written / action

[awhitecrow]

[The temperature outside has dropped dramatically, and that means Jonathan Hollom finds it perfect weather to make stew.

The supplies for it are still on the counter, organized but spread out, and a pot is on the stove, simmering. The dish is a bit Irish... but he doubts his housemates will mind. Pieces of lamb have been seasoned and added to vegetables in the pot.

He's nearly done preparing it-- only five or six hours of staying on the stove to finish it off. And so he can keep an eye on it (once the mess from preparing it is cleaned), he has brought his Bible and notes on another not-quite-sermon he's prepared. It's something to occupy him, nothing more.

He has his Journal out as well and, between stirring the stew again and putting away the supplies, he writes a quick message.]

A very generous group of young ladies has allowed me to stay in their home. In return, I am trying to make myself useful, particularly by providing them with meals.

I would be obliged if anyone had recipies they might share.

Jonathan

[It seems only polite to sign his name, and... nearly everyone in those house had insisted on being called by their Christian name.]

Comments

This will only end in tears. [written]

[straightatem]

I have a few recipes at hand, if you would like.

They might be a bit old fashioned for your tastes though...

[written]

[abidinglaw]

[This could only be the strange man who had moved into House 7 - and who now shared a roof with Elizabeth Swann. Introductions were in order.]

Mr. Jonathan.

I hope you are settling in well.

Admiral Norrington.

[all7seas]

Have you any newts on hand?

[Voice]

[selphie_t]

There's plenty of cookbooks in the library that I've copied recipes out of in the past.

Was there anything in particular you were looking for?

SUPPERTIME?!

[herotypical]

[ there's a clatter at the door when buffy comes home from a day-shift at the bar.

something, she notices, smells delicious. ]

Oh. Wow. What's that? [ poking her head through to the kitchen, now.

and oh yes she will be terribly disappointed that there are no newts. ]

[Voice]

[temzan]

I have a few quick and simple dishes in my head. Nothing worth writing home about, but, perhaps they'd be of interest.