Food #01
Celebrían leaned over the kitchen counter, scrutinizing the next step in the recipe. She was trying to make croissants but the dough was so wet it was sticking to her fingers. It wasn’t supposed to do that, she thought. At least, the recipe didn’t say anything about the dough being sticky. She’d definitely messed up somewhere.
She sighed. Perhaps she should have picked a less ambitious baked good to make this week. But she really liked croissants, and she’d figured if she was going to get better at cooking and baking, she might as well start with things she knew she liked.
Her phone rang.
She looked down at the sticky mess on her hands, then over at the cell phone, lying on the dining table, safely out of the baking danger zone.
Its merry tune rang out again.
She hurried to the sick, scrubbing at her hands to try to free them of the sticky mess. The dough refused to come off, and by the time she got her hands reasonably clean, her phone had fallen silent.
Drying her hands on her apron, she walked over to the table and picked up her phone, flicking it open to see who she’d missed. With a few clicks on the keypad, she raised the phone to her ear and waited.
“Hi, Dad,” She said when he picked up. “Sorry I missed your call, I'm trying a new recipe.”
“Oh, wonderful,” She could bear the smile in his voice. “What are you making?”
She sighed, looking at the disappointing dough on the counter. “Croissants, but I think I've done something wrong.”
He made a sympathetic sound. “I've heard they're challenging.”
“Yeah,” She agreed, wandering back into the kitchen. “They're a bit beyond my skill at the moment. But I'll figure them out eventually.”
“Of course, you will,” He said in that way he did when he was thinking about some fond memory.
She opened the fridge and idly inspected the contents. “You know me: no ocean too wide.”
There was no answer, but she could imagine him leaning against the wall, a corded phone pressed between his shoulder and ear, nodding his agreement. A moment passed, then he asked, “Is there a special occasion for croissants, or did you just want to try?”
Closing the fridge, she turned to the snack cupboard. “I thought I'd take some to Elrond. He has a lot of exams this week. Figured it'd be nice to bring him something.”
“Your boyfriend, the medical student?” He asked.
“Yep,” She plucked a box of crackers from the cupboard.
“How are things going with him? Should I plan a place for him during the holidays?” Laughter danced along his tone.
She wiped cracker crumbs from her shirt and swallowed. “You can't even plan on me for the holidays, Dad. Expecting my boyfriend is a little ambitious,” She said.
“Your mother and I will pay for the flights,” He countered.
“Does Mom even know where she’ll be in three months?” She asked. Her mother’s political position had her jumping between several countries every year, usually on short notice. She looked down at the open box of crackers. Was she really standing here, absently munching while they talked?
Her father laughed quietly on the other end of the call. “Gondor,” He said. “But don’t tell her I said that, she thinks I don’t know.”
She snorted as she opened the fridge again and pulled out a block of cheese. “Okay, Dad. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Do think about it, Celebrían,” He said in his soft and serious tone. “We’d love to have you home for the winter solstice.”
She pulled a knife out of the block next to the stove so she could make cheese and cracker sandwiches for lunch. “I’ll see what I can do. But I’m sure Elrond will want to go visit his own family: he said something about a big Noldor celebration during the solstice.”
“Oh, he’s Noldo? I didn’t know that.” His voice peeked with curiosity. “I really would love to hear more about him. It seems like you two are pretty serious, but you haven’t told us very much.”
She smiled. “He’s pretty great.”
Her father began to say something but interrupted himself with a quick, “Oh drat.”
“What?” She asked.
“Oh, your mother’s hosting a little meeting today—you know how she is—and I think I see the first car coming up the driveway.” He sighed. “I’d best go introduce myself and play the loving spouse.”
“You’re very good at that,” She said. He had many years of experience, and, of course, he was just as loving and docile as he acted.
“I love you,” He said. “Please do try visiting us soon.”
“I love you, too, Dad,” She said in farewell.
“Talk to you later.”
“Bye.”
The line went silent and then beeped when he hung up the phone.
A smile still hovering on her lips, Celebrían slipped her cell phone into the apron’s pocket. She’d need to get back to dealing with the travesty that was the croissant dough, but before that, she’d have a few more cheese and cracker sandwiches.
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