Nonna’s granddaughter hated her fiancé and the upcoming marriage. Couldn’t blame her. The man was a useless lump.
She’d had husbands like that. It was annoying other than the daughters they’d sired for Nonna.
Nonna’s daughters hadn’t inherited the means to deal with useless husbands. Her granddaughters had.
So Nonna hummed as she made wedding presents that would give them all a bit of peace.
Tiny Gifts of Peace
By Meyari McFarland
Nonna hummed as she opened the spice cabinet. Shifted her feet and rocked her hips enough that it was something like dancing. Just enough like dancing. When she was younger she could do more, could move and sing and bring the power within up with ease but after seventy years her body just couldn’t do what she needed to pull on her magic anymore.
Little pots sat in ranks, each sealed tight with a cork to preserve the herbs inside. Despite the corks, the door wafted a rich hint of meals past and future to her nose. Cinnamon sticks seal inside their tall jar tempted from the back of the shelf. Savory oregano mixed with sprigs of thyme dried and crushed and bottled for a dark winter when the garden had gone fallow.
She tapped her bottom lip as she considered the spices, toes tapping. Adria was getting married so something sweet would be good. Nonna had plenty of parsnips to grate up and add to a quick bread. Some raisons, maybe those old dried cranberries that Nonna had never gotten around to using, a bit of cinnamon and she’d have a delicious treat that everyone would savor. Or no, maybe a nice sweet parsnip and dried fruit pie that would fill bellies as well as delight the tongue.
They’d eat it up, laughing and dancing, celebrating for Adria when the girl so clearly wasn’t pleased about the wedding. No surprise there. Such a shame that Nonna’s daughter, Grace, had bowed under to that husband of hers. Adria was of an age to marry, yes, but not to that lump of a man. Hadn’t even a home of his own or a career, nothing to offer a bright girl like Adria other than his limp prick and the expectation that Adria would take responsibility for everything, even getting him hard enough to sire Adria’s children.
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