Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

Spring afternoon with a lot of loose cold in the north wind as well.

In the backyard of the woodland mansion, he was consulting with Adelaide about this year's field plan.

Do you want me to reduce the tomatoes a little and add more leaves, or add a new face to the flowerbed? When I talk to this, I hear birds from behind the woods.

The voice that goes through well without having to clear your ears sounds familiar somewhere...?

"Oh, it's a spring bird."

Lady Adelaide smiles at me repeatedly with a patsy twinkle.

Says that when this bird rings, spring will soon be in full swing. Oh, I knew it.

Clear your ears at the high sounding squeal as you feel a smudge of commonalities with the original world.

"... you're not very good yet. He must be a child."

The sound of hooking up and starting over along the way feels like "I'm practicing right now". I accidentally laughed face-to-face at the cuteness I didn't aim for.

Returning to the mansion, Master Adelaide and Dr. Daniel showed us a book with a Spring Bird painting.

When asked, the color is light blue grey and the size of the body is palm size. He said he was scared and rarely came out in public.

Squirrel and skinny figure and long tail feathers are also similar to Sequila, unlike "Spring Birds (Uggs)" in my memory. Strangely convinced that we wouldn't be together that far.

Adelaide's eyes peeking into the illustration seemed a little nostalgic and tender... and when he looked up and looked at me, he smiled cutely.

Dr. Daniel nods yeah too, so I'm sure we both have important memories in common.

I dusted enough already if I thought so, so don't ask any more.

Instead I came up with something a little bit, and I'm in the kitchen.

Sugar, flour and eggs in butter.

And a puree made of green vegetables picked in the garden.

Mix together in a large bowl and let the lightly worked dough rest before unplugging in mould.

Prepared while you're on fire in the oven is a bright white icing mixed with powdered sugar and egg whites and a hot fry of chocolate chips obtained in the teacher's route.

I don't usually do it, but this decoration is essential today.

"Margaret, you're baking cookies. Well, green?

Master Adelaide, who peered into my hand, is astonished.

He's a great cook, but he doesn't add much vegetables to his treats, and Dear Adelaide makes about as much carrot cake. As expected, he was surprised by the cookie fabric with a light green color.

"That's funny, that's how you draw the pattern"

Patterns are applied to bird-shaped cookies while Dr. Daniel also watches over them.

Eyes with chocolate, wings with icing.

And to finish, surround the black eye with white all the way around...... OK, success. Yeah, that's pretty good, huh?

"That's adorable. Is there some kind of model bird?

Adelaide asks me and nods.

This is Meziro.

I'm the wrong spring bird with Uggs.

No, because "Uggs" would be green.

The same goes for being painted with plums and cherry blossoms, and in the spring you'll start to see little green birds.

So when I was a kid, I assumed it was "hohohokekyo (ugly)" = "green bird (mediro)".

The real uggs were brown and plain...... I was surprised when I found out about that one. Mezzillo sounds cute, too, but it's not. It's not Ho Ho Ho Ke Kyo.

"That sounds kind of fun. I guess I'll do it too."

"Well, so am I."

Oh, definitely.

The three of us enter a decorating competition for cookies.

That's how a lot of mezzillos line up (varied variations) while they're getting cute and busy like cooking internships.

And this evening's tea time was with cookies, and my nostalgic memories were revealed.