Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

Unfortunately, Rachel and the others will leave before lunch. Thinking of something as a souvenir, I decided to bake some sweets with the blueberries I picked this morning.

Rachel offered to help me, who was completely familiar with the kitchen... I wondered what it would be like for the person to make it to give it as a souvenir, but decided to ask if it would be a good memory to make it cute.

That's it, like a kid who started making sweets. It's fun, I know.

I wanted to add a lot of blueberries although I was lost with muffins, and since Lady Rachel is a beginner, I decided to bake a few cakes of the type that are easy to make in smaller moulds. You can make pie.

It's really easy to make, just mix the ingredients in order.

Put milk and sugar, eggs in a bowl...... Eh, I've never broken an egg! Oh, yeah, from there? Yeah, let's have it cracked in another container once. Yeah, hold it with one hand, Conn, if you get some crack in it, it'll be paka with both hands... yeah, you got gusha. It's okay, I won't cry because I can use it.

Yes, then wash your hands and another one. Concon,,, Paca. Good job! Brilliant! You swallow fast, you're brilliant. Wow, I'm laughing happily and I'm grinning all the way over here. No. This kid, he's too cute. Leaving aside the fact that your face is too well made, your expression is very good.

Take a good look at the shell mix and transfer it to a large bowl with sugar over here. You can whirl with a foam, light enough to loosen the eggs.

So, add a little sugar and swelling powder to the powder and Mr. Marie Ruiz was sifting it, and let it mix slowly. Oh, hey, stop, add melted butter with more than half the powder remaining and circle again, slow down.

I'm not the type to swell with meringue, so I don't need bubbling. Instead, if you hurry, it won't taste good for some reason, so slowly carefully, but mix until you can't see the powder so you don't refine it... yes, good. Ladies aren't in a hurry, so this kind of thing fits.

So, fill the inner buttered mould with finely crushed cookies instead of laying paper and pour in the dough. Drop the blueberries apart on top of it when you pour a ton on the table and drain the air. Press the blueberries gently from the top to embed them in the dough half as surprisingly and shake the sugar gently on the finish. Then in a warmed oven.

Oh, are you done yet? He looks like that. Hehe, isn't that easy? It's okay, it's delicious.

It takes a little while to bake in Butterrich, so I'll do some other chores while you get a look at the oven.

My confectionery making is old-fashioned. Use plenty of powder, butter and sugar.

Because my mother had it at home. It was an old cookbook. It says "Meriken powder" instead of "thin powder"! Isn't that amazing? The year of issue is, of course, Showa.

When you get used to the rustic and rich flavors, the recipes, which are all light in taste, texture and calories, even if they are made by the same hand, are simply not enough, what the hell......

When I was in elementary school, cookies and geese moon were the ones I used to make. Cancer, is it a local culinary treat in the North because many Kanto people didn't know their names. Similar products are sold as confectionery bread, so I think I'll know when I see them. It's like steamed bread, but it's moist and mossy, and I use brown sugar to add plenty of ghost walnuts and black sesame seeds. The amount of this sugar is not hammering, but it's delicious. A position similar to that of a calf or something, like half a snack with half a meal, eating a stomach jam between farming tasks.

Even cookies are the type that make you feel crispy with butter without using baking powder or anything. Because the labor was together, I increased the amount of ingredients by about triple to rotate the oven fully, and every time, I baked about six plates. Put it in a can and say "Snack of the Week"...... let's move. Move and consume calories. I can't limit my intake. Yeah, I'm a foodie.

When I was in middle school I was temporarily interrupted but became a high school student and moved to the condo and finally got used to turning the house around, I started making treats again. Folding pies and tarts with a little hands were the best baked these days.

You had a crush on chiffon cake, and it was about this time you searched around for the best recipe for trial and error cheesecake. Grandmothers of condominium residents were also taught Japanese and Chinese confectionery. We all make it a lot, don't we, wow? I can't cut the rice cake or the mooncake alone. Wow.

When I started living alone, I didn't have an oven and I was far from making sweets again. Occasionally simmer the beans for some white egg dough, jelly or something to that extent. I come to Meeserie and make it so I can remember. I also like Adelaide's recipe because it's delicious and easy to make. I think the food preferences are right and it was really good.

After a while I can't wait to smell the sweet butter tickling my nasal cavity from the oven...... Lady Rachel is adorable for peeking softly and over again. Adelaide and Walter, who came to the kitchen, are also watching with a smile.

"Wow, it's a proper treat! Look, look, Marie Louise, I made it!

When you remove the beautifully baked blueberry cake from the oven and arrange it on the net, Rachel's exuberance is climax. Yeah, yeah, you're happy.

I couldn't wait until I got a little coarse fever and we all tried it. I also call Mr. Roy, who was preparing the carriage, to split it into small plates.

Hot air rising from the cross section when the sakuri and fork are added. Be careful because blueberries are still hot.

"... how hippo, meiluige"

"Ma'am, I know it's delicious, so talk to me when you're done eating."

Lady Rachel, because those tears were hot eyes?

The loosely crumbling cake wrapped sweet and gentle blueberries to fill my heart and stomach thoroughly.

I'll be back. Let me come. With that said and looking back again and again, Lady Rachel went back to the King's Capital.

"You were such a lovely young lady. You had a daughter like that."

"When my mother was in King's Capital, she was still a child, so I thought it was only natural that you didn't know."

"Well... I look forward to seeing you again."

Laughing at me and Lady Walter, Lady Adelaide turned to the mansion with Buddy.

"Margaret, I'm going back to King's Capital tomorrow, too. I'd like to finish with some of the items in the report."

Oh, I did. Well, then, the wind feels good and what about on the veranda. I went to the kitchen, and Lady Walter returned to the room and gathered on the veranda with a bunch of tea, magic aids and paperwork.

They gave me the report I'd been writing and told me to see if there was anything different or strange about it than the facts. Even the same words can change your impression in the way you receive them. I try to tell the royal palace no doubt with respect for my feelings, and my sincere attitude towards my work looks good even from a neat, slightly upward right shoulder letter. It's serious, isn't it, Walter?

There was nothing particularly bothering me through the first eye, so I put it back together okay. After checking some nuances, Master Walter stopped his fingers in one place.

"... they said they wanted to be as self-reliant as they could be. You got something you wanna do?

That's right, that's the problem. Experience tells me you're a seller, but you don't have a voice. I like to cook, but it's only a home-cooked dish. How crowded are the sewing and everything... Oops, isn't it useless for me to think like this?

Walter, peering in from above, told me to think about it as I wrote on the magic guide.

"To tell the truth on the Royal Palace side, I want you to live on gratuity if you can. Even if working is what he wanted, he would have trouble getting a cross spear from another country if he could not provide for one 'invitee'. It is also conceivable that he will be used as a pretext to bring him back to his own country, pointing out that he 'scorns people to cherish on a continental scale'.

Besides, working in a particular store can also lead to the misconception that only there will be spiritual favors gathered. I can't say enough that everyone is as favorable as the inhabitants of Meeserie, especially in the Wang capital. "

Yeah, I get it. I didn't realize there were such circumstances. Even if I don't have the power myself, there are people who would think to find meaning in existence and use it. Because of its subtle standing position, it is also understandable that it is not a good idea to have something very noticeable.

... just.

"That being said, you don't seem to be the kind of woman who would be delayed in enjoying herself by consuming, and you wouldn't be able to afford to just stay home without doing anything. In that sense, this mother's house would have a lot to do...

By working outside, you want to make sure you're connected to this world, right?

It's completely obvious. My twenty-eight years have been useless. Master Walter laughed like he had trouble with me when his hand with the pen stopped.

"... Margaret, you're really not up to the hiding. Sure, no words, but it's all on my face."

Liar!? It seems useless to hold your face in haste with both hands. At least the sales smile was supposed to be a stunt?

"I wasn't when I came, but I've come a long way in the last two days"

Yep......

"At first it was all in front of my mother. I thought you'd forgive me a little bit in that sense."

Wow, unconscious is scary. What, I'm an emotion, leak? I can see Master Walter laughing on his face, which I can no longer give him. Mockery, not comfortable, sounds fun...... when this guy faces it tight too, it's surprisingly easy to tell for his immobile facial expressions.

"Well, reading complexion is like my job, and it's something I don't really care about. That's why I'd like to ask you to maintain the status quo until the injury is completely healed. Let's think about how we work in the meantime… it's my job to reconcile your hopes with this country"

He stroked his head as he put it powerfully. Mark, Dr. Daniel, this guy... I've felt caressed for more than a lifetime since I got here. I don't think I hate that because it conveys care, kindness, … love, etc., out of that hand.

I'm not strong enough to refuse favors that aren't pushy. I wonder in what way I can return it, and that's all I care about.

Dear Adelaide's son.

Though there's something about being lousy, heartless, stubborn and Park Min-Jen... you can really count on me, brother. He exhales and stretches his back, even if he sits down, he still looks up at his big back and makes a smile.

Thank you, that was the best I could write.