Celeste was in the kitchen dishing out a generous bowl of Civet de Chevreuil that the family had had earlier for dinner - a delicious French stew of marinated meats and blood sausage, carrots, onions, mushrooms, garlic, and heavy cream - when she heard Iesha ask her if she needed any help.
"Actually," she said as she pulled out a wooden tray, set the bowl of stew along with a small bowl of rice, salad, some cutlery, a bottle of beer, and a cloth napkin on it.
"Could you take this to Roldan for me, Iesha, please?" she asked as she also set a few homemade rolls and some butter on the tray.
"That way I can warm up the caramel sauce for the brownies," she explained, grateful for the help as she grabbed a small saucepan from a cupboard.
It was quite apparent to those that knew Celeste well, that the sheer amount of food that she had been baking and cooking was how she often dealt with things that caused her stress.
"Actually," she said as she pulled out a wooden tray, set the bowl of stew along with a small bowl of rice, salad, some cutlery, a bottle of beer, and a cloth napkin on it.
"Could you take this to Roldan for me, Iesha, please?" she asked as she also set a few homemade rolls and some butter on the tray.
"That way I can warm up the caramel sauce for the brownies," she explained, grateful for the help as she grabbed a small saucepan from a cupboard.
It was quite apparent to those that knew Celeste well, that the sheer amount of food that she had been baking and cooking was how she often dealt with things that caused her stress.