#yorkshire pudddings are life

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Faith

@wolfstarmicrofic January 23, word count 256

Opposite - Doubt

Remus put their bakery purchases in the fridge, ready for after dinner. Sirius had complained, of course, and Remus had to point out that he’d taken so long to decide that it was now so late that he would spoil his dinner and as Remus was putting some effort into tonight’s meal, he refused to let it go to waste.

He was making a roast dinner because Sirius had begged him for Yorkshire puddings. Everything was ready. Just the Yorkshires to go. He’d turned the oven high and put in the muffin tray with the oil.

Soon, it was time to put the batter into the hot oil. He always hated this bit as it tended to hiss and spit. Once he’d gotten the tray back into the oven, all that was left was to wait. 

Sirius had come in and decided his way of being helpful was to tell Remus every couple of minutes. 

“They’re not rising. — Remus, they’re still not rising. —Remus, they’re not rising.” Remus lost count of how many times Sirius complained. 

“Just have a little faith, sweetheart. They always go in the end.” He gave Sirius a job to do so he wouldn’t keep pestering. “Could you finish off the gravy, please?” Sirius nodded and busied himself with the kettle. 

By the time that was done, the puddings had indeed risen. 

“Wow, Remus. I think these are your best yet.” Sirius said. He peered through the glass oven door at the gigantic Yorkshire puddings. A huge grin spread across his face.  

[fullregalia]

jones wood foundry.

Never ask a man if he’s from Yorkshire. (You know the rest.) Yorkville, however, is a different matter. When I walked into Jones Wood Foundry for dinner a couple nights ago, I immediately thought, “ok, let’s take my dad here.” Now, I am easily charmed by a garland and some twinkle lights, so I certainly think every restaurant looks cozy and delightful during the magical weeks of winter when it’s not yet grey and slushy, but still brimming with the hope and promise of a new year. But JWF was charming and cozy (and I only sat at the bar!!). With a menu that includes “Yorky Pudds,” crumpets (!), deviled eggs, and pies aplenty, how could you go wrong?

Seeing as I’d had a rather raucous evening prior, I’d already been to Veselka for fried breakfast pierogis earlier in the day (living my best life), and finished up a day of hearty eating with a lamb shepherd’s pie. A day dedicated to a gastronomic constitutional, if you will. 

It’s been exciting to check out places that I’ve heard good things about but never gotten around to visiting because I was too lazy to go east. Being but a simple northerner--and now a north-easterner--it’s good to know there’ll be comfort food to get me through the season. And frankly, a Brit never needs an excuse to stuff one’s face with crumpets. (It’s just the Poppuns you have to be mindful of.)