Anna
"Any wine down in that root cellar?" Anna asked, grinning.
Anna emerged, triumphant, with an inexpensive bottle of White Zinfandel.
"For the salad dressing, of course," she chuckled. "Mmm...those smell really good, Penny," she added, referring to the biscuits.
It was one of the few things that she could make, a zesty White Zinfandel vinaigrette dressing. Working in the kitchen alongside the other women made Anna think of the "Stone Soup" story she'd loved as a child. The story showed that when everyone contributed you could come up with a marvellous concoction.
The mood had definitely lightened and the ladies seemed more like old friends than the virtual strangers that they were to one another.
"Any wine down in that root cellar?" Anna asked, grinning.
Anna emerged, triumphant, with an inexpensive bottle of White Zinfandel.
"For the salad dressing, of course," she chuckled. "Mmm...those smell really good, Penny," she added, referring to the biscuits.
It was one of the few things that she could make, a zesty White Zinfandel vinaigrette dressing. Working in the kitchen alongside the other women made Anna think of the "Stone Soup" story she'd loved as a child. The story showed that when everyone contributed you could come up with a marvellous concoction.
The mood had definitely lightened and the ladies seemed more like old friends than the virtual strangers that they were to one another.