Dolly’s Gifts… A Short Fiction Story by JAuroraMorealist … And Now I Challenge You!

Revisited:

By the age of eight, ginger-haired Dolly and her flaxen-haired friend Rosemary were old hands at life and privately giggled behind their hands at their parents. Not in a nasty way, just in the “oh, all right, then, Mummy” way that little girls and boys often do. Inseparable was what their parents all called the girls. On a bleak holiday afternoon with no school for days, Rosemary was away visiting her grandparents and Dolly found herself alone again in the house with one of the servants.

“Balvir, what are you doing?” Dolly asked, her curious, freckled nose poking over the counter as she stood watching the slim woman straining a white mixture through cheese cloth.

“I am making paneer,” Balvir said.

“I love paneer! Can I help?”

Dolly’s eager hands knocked the bowl over before Balvir could react. The clots of cheese dribbled down the counter onto the floor and Balvir’s cloth dangled from one hand. Dolly instantly shut her big, blue eyes and her shoulders automatically hunched up together, waiting…  Balvir spoke quickly.

“Don’t worry, Dolly, we will make again, I need you help me.”

She smiled and Dolly relaxed into the warmth of the kitchen, the fragrances of goodness and safety that would wrap her in comfort long into the future.

Rosemary arrived home with gifts, full of stories of fun with her parents and grandparents, snowy sleigh rides, bells, hot cocoa, sparkling city lights on all the towers around Big Ben and an unexpected surprise for Dolly.

“So what did you do while I was away,” she asked, as soon as the two were settled in Rosemary’s frilly pink bedroom. Rosemary wore her new red velvet Christmas dress with shoes to match. Even the ribbons in her braided hair were exactly the same shade of red as the dress.

Dolly thought about this and brightened, “I made paneer with Balvir!”

“Oh, so what,” Rosemary said. “So you made cheese. Who cares about that, anybody can do that. What else did you do?”

Again, Dolly fell quiet.

“I love Balvir. She is the kindest person I know,” Dolly said, twirling one of her soft ginger curls around a finger like a corkscrew.

“Oh, bloody hell, she’s a servant and she is cinnamon skinned, why would you love her?” Rosemary asked.

Busy pulling her cache out to display for Dolly, she failed to notice Dolly had already moved to the door.

Dolly yanked the door open with one hand and turned to answer Rosemary who was now paying attention. At full attention, frozen with all her pretty gifts in her hands just the way Dolly would remember her forever.

“Balvir’s skin is REAL! And it’s not cheese, it’s PANEER, you idiot!”

Dolly ran all the way home before she realized that she still held the gift she’d meant to give Rosemary in her hand.  A handmade gift she had fashioned with Balvir’s help, a Christmas tree ornament they’d painted over with a map of the world, the land all gold, the waters all blue, the same beautiful lands and waters that separated Balvir from her family.  Once inside her own bedroom, Dolly tore the tag off the gift and replaced it with a new, larger tag that read:

Happy Christmas to Balvir my beloved best friend.
With love forever from  Dolly.
 
 
Condense, condense, the teachers say
No room for murk or sticky egg yolks 
Nor milky, opaque prose, just write
With one good squeeze of lemon, folks!
 
(c) November 23 2011 JAuroraMorealist
 
Continue reading this story to find out, how it was cooked with delight and fun by Author: JAuroraMorealist
 
The ingredients:
1. I like to see some ginger kind of feeling in a story of a little girl with some touch of rosemary and cinnamon with a whisk of cheese all over.
2. how about some egg yolks with condense milk and a squeeze of sweet lemon in a poem?
 

To those who just love challenges how about with the same ingredients above.. you write your own fiction and a poem too and link it to this post?  Let’s see how good you were to cook a story 🙂

Deadline: December 23, 2012

 
The Spirit of Christmas is here…  Keep on blogging and stay happy!
 
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Art Game-Week-21- Thanks To All My Art Game Players…

Art Game- Week 21- Say, “Cheese…”

The Obamacrat

Love Bytes On Air

Thoughts Of My Brain

Toothsome

Youthful Yogini

Jeff Whelan

Toothsome

Guiguoz

Guiguoz

Youthful Yogini

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Art Game-W-21- How About Some Nuts With Cheese?

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Guiguoz

 

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Art Game-W-21- Another Friend Came Along To Join Them…. hahaha

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Jeff Whellan

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Art Game-W-21- Poor Little Kitty…

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“You did this!”

 

“Oh no! Meow, not me!”,
confuses for litter box.
“Don’t leave trap around!” 

“Big One, spare me.
I purr to show I love you.
Wanna-smell my butt?”

Tiffanie King 

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Art Game-W-21 Ratatouille Is The Guilty One!

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Ratatouille cut the cheese!

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Happy Christmas-A Short Fiction Story by JAuroraMorealist

By the age of eight, ginger-haired Dolly and her flaxen-haired friend Rosemary were old hands at life and privately giggled behind their hands at their parents. Not in a nasty way, just in the “oh, all right, then, Mummy” way that little girls and boys often do. Inseparable was what their parents all called the girls. On a bleak holiday afternoon with no school for days, Rosemary was away visiting her grandparents and Dolly found herself alone again in the house with one of the servants.

“Balvir, what are you doing?” Dolly asked, her curious, freckled nose poking over the counter as she stood watching the slim woman straining a white mixture through cheese cloth.

“I am making paneer,” Balvir said.

“I love paneer! Can I help?”

Dolly’s eager hands knocked the bowl over before Balvir could react. The clots of cheese dribbled down the counter onto the floor and Balvir’s cloth dangled from one hand. Dolly instantly shut her big, blue eyes and her shoulders automatically hunched up together, waiting…  Balvir spoke quickly.

“Don’t worry, Dolly, we will make again, I need you help me.”

She smiled and Dolly relaxed into the warmth of the kitchen, the fragrances of goodness and safety that would wrap her in comfort long into the future.

Rosemary arrived home with gifts, full of stories of fun with her parents and grandparents, snowy sleigh rides, bells, hot cocoa, sparkling city lights on all the towers around Big Ben and an unexpected surprise for Dolly.

“So what did you do while I was away,” she asked, as soon as the two were settled in Rosemary’s frilly pink bedroom. Rosemary wore her new red velvet Christmas dress with shoes to match. Even the ribbons in her braided hair were exactly the same shade of red as the dress.

Dolly thought about this and brightened, “I made paneer with Balvir!”

“Oh, so what,” Rosemary said. “So you made cheese. Who cares about that, anybody can do that. What else did you do?”

Again, Dolly fell quiet.

“I love Balvir. She is the kindest person I know,” Dolly said, twirling one of her soft ginger curls around a finger like a corkscrew.

“Oh, bloody hell, she’s a servant and she is cinnamon skinned, why would you love her?” Rosemary asked.

Busy pulling her cache out to display for Dolly, she failed to notice Dolly had already moved to the door.

Dolly yanked the door open with one hand and turned to answer Rosemary who was now paying attention. At full attention, frozen with all her pretty gifts in her hands just the way Dolly would remember her forever.

“Balvir’s skin is REAL! And it’s not cheese, it’s PANEER, you idiot!”

Dolly ran all the way home before she realized that she still held the gift she’d meant to give Rosemary in her hand.  A handmade gift she had fashioned with Balvir’s help, a Christmas tree ornament they’d painted over with a map of the world, the land all gold, the waters all blue, the same beautiful lands and waters that separated Balvir from her family.  Once inside her own bedroom, Dolly tore the tag off the gift and replaced it with a new, larger tag that read:

Happy Christmas to Balvir my beloved best friend.
With love forever from  Dolly.
 
Continue reading this story to find out, how it was cooked with delight and fun by Author: JAuroraMorealist
 
The Spirit of Christmas is here…  Keep on blogging and stay happy!
 

You bet I’m at MY BEST when I’m over-the-moon kind of feeling…

And when I’m over the moon…  I’d treat myself with a complete French Meal!!!

I begin with my choices of “Starters” or Appetizers

Le Rustique cheese fondue

Any kinds of “Salads”, but I prefer a Vegetable Salad like this one that I usually make by myself with my own choice of vegetables like carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, green & red bell peppers garnished with ring onions, dried rosemary or persil leaves, olive oils,  and lemons.  I like to dress my salad with 99% fat free Kraft Thousand Island dressing or just with a plain vinegar, olive oil and a pinch of rock salt  dressing.  Classic! This salad will be perfect to continue with any kind of a main dish I would prefer on that special day when I am at my BEST.

Mixed Vegetable Salad

Of course! French Wine!  Unfortunately, I don’t have it here in Jeddah, but you bet this is what I usually have when I spend my holidays in France.

Lots of It!!! Hahaha

Sancerre Wines are the best, they come from Sancerre, Center France

Sancerre… Tasting the Real France, Summer 2011

The  “main course”

Rack of Lamb with Vegetable... My chef husband just loves to prepare this meal for me... mmm really delicious!

AND My favorite dessert!

Chocolate Cake with Vanilla Ice Cream... I took this photo just one week ago at the Mug & Bean Restaurant in Jeddah

And always say “Cheese!!!”

I love cheese!!!  We have all of these kind of cheeses available in France.  6 Kinds of cheeses Phil & Vicky prepared for us when we had our dinner to their place in the suburbs part of Paris at Nogent sur Marne before the Fireworks.

Fireworks, July 14, 2011 French Revolution Day

 Champagne in between…

And I wouldn’t be satisfied without a hot cup of coffee after a heavy meal…

Yes! I am over the moon when everything around my own universe just goes smoothly right to its course. It’s when my goal and all the things I wish to accomplish would just flow to where I want them and so naturally I would breath-in Joy, Peace, Smile, Love, Wealth, Health, and Happiness. All these eureka become the powerful energy that I would take in. This energy builds inside me brighter and brighter, stronger and stronger creating an aura that surrounds me with protection, self confidence, beauty, true joy and at my Best in all ways at all times.

I bloom and glow like this beautiful orchids…
It said,”Would you take a photo of me? S’il vous plaît? So I did.  It looks gorgeous isn’t it?

And so when I am at my best, I am over the moon to treat myself with a complete French Meal, from a starter to dessert and cheese. Just Perfect!

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