Two Writing Teachers. They are, obviously, both writers and teachers, and the challenge is for teachers to exercise our own writing muscles by writing daily vignettes.
I'm sure I will still work books into my posts--and indeed, may double post on occasion, when I want to participate in a TTT or write a review.
This morning, however, I'm thinking about 19th century (and earlier) kitchens.
This is prompted in part by reading Kate Atkinson's Life After Life recently. While it's firmly 20th century, much of the book takes place in a WWI era English home in which a single income family is able to afford a cook, a scullery maid, and an additional servant. As I was cooking dinner the other night, I suddenly wondered--how did cooks make dinner in the winter before there was good lighting? Did they cook by candlelight? Or did they eat dinner ridiculously early? Kerosene or oil lanterns must have been standard at some point, but going back to medieval days, cooks in castles and manors must have had really dark working conditions.
A few days ago, I also managed to burn my hand opening the oven door. I responded quickly, running it under cold water, then resting it on a towel-wrapped ice pack during dinner. It still hurt after dinner, so my husband dug out the aloe spray for me. I had to use the ice pack to get in order to get to sleep, but at some point in the night it fell to the floor, and by the time I woke up, there was no pain. It stings a bit when I first step into a hot shower, and I have a tic-tac sized mark on the back of my hand, but otherwise, it's fine.
This got me thinking--before freezers, if your burned yourself even a bit, it must have been a much more painful and lasting experience. It must have nearly always blistered, which makes infection more possible. The conventional wisdom, I've heard, had them putting butter on burns, which sounds like a terrible idea. Once again, there are definite perks to living today.