Sorry I missed last week. BSDCan ate me alive, but I escaped before I got digested. Here’s a bit from a Rats’ Man’s Lackey tale appearing in Twisted Presents.
The kitchens were spacious, from the days when the manor would have a dozen family members and a staff of thirty, with fancy copper-bottomed pots hanging from ceiling racks and a big central island topped in pricey red-veined white granite. Basil and oregano and garlic saturated the air, some from the indoor herb garden, others from hanging bundles, laced through with cinnamon and peppermint. Most of the windows showed the sprawling back yard and the surrounding Georgian forest beneath pregnant gray clouds, but the one on the left still insisted it was midsummer. Our voluminous chef, Sardines, stood in front of a six foot tall steaming chemical processing plant disguised as a coffee maker, meticulously measuring grounds into a pull-out wire basket. He claimed to have hand-built the monstrosity.
I let him ease the basket in place before saying “Hi, Sardines. What’s with the peppermint?”
You can open your Twisted Present on Kickstarter in July.