469 Rustic sweetness (2/2)

I had a very spiced dish at Jaisar for lunch today.

Because of this, I felt like my mouth was spicy somewhere, and I wanted to eat something sweet.

If you keep eating pancakes, the next thing you know, Dafu is that urge to eat cake.

In my previous life, I would have refrained from eating it after dinner because it was a straight line of weight gain.

But my physical age now is seven. Some impotence can be done with youthfulness, so I decided to head to the kitchen without having to hesitate.

Coming into the kitchen at night, it looks like Bartolo is doing some cooking for tomorrow.

”Baltro is great to be working this long.”

”... what a sudden. Besides, what's going on at this hour?

That sudden shift in topic would be coming from embarrassment.

This is the adorable point of this uncle. I don't know if there's any demand.

”I'm dying for something a little sweet. Let's make some sweets.”

”If you eat sweets at this hour - well, if you're a kid's age, you care.”

Oh, Baltro, who's saying the same thing to me earlier. I can't help it, because I'm close to my age, considering my mental age.

”So can I borrow the kitchen for a second?

”Oh, good.”

I also got permission from Bartolo, the owner of the kitchen, so don't hesitate to let me use it.

I'm not a raw sweetheart like Meena or Sarah.

Whatever the treat you eat at snack time, I don't want to eat anything too heavy right now because it's after dinner.

I like what I can make sassy and eat sassy.

”Yeah, pancakes, I guess”

What's perfect for my desire like that is pancakes. That's a thin one, like English home cooking, too.

I can make that right away, and I can make it just right sweet. Eat with fruit and you'll eat light.

Stir the thin powder and salt, eggs and milk in a bowl.

That's all it takes to complete the original fabric.

All you have to do is cook that in an oiled frying pan. It's so easy.

Wouldn't even Sister Elinora be able to do it if she were motivated by herself?

I'm not going to make a thick pancake, so I'm going to spread it thin and wide.

Tilt the frying pan to create a beautiful shape and try to plug in the calla in about ten seconds.

A light peek and I flip it because the baking color was already on.

And similarly, the back is done after about ten seconds of baking.

Serve that on a plate. I don't even want to flatten it as it is, so I folded it up and tried to make it look like a crepe.

Satisfaction is also different because just doing this looks like a very stylish treat.

Later sprinkle lemon there and gently cover with sugar. You can add honey or something if you like, but don't let it this time because you want a rustic sweetness, and let it be dried fruit.

”All right, done!

”Have you done it yet? That's fast!”

Baltro shouts his surprise when he sees the pancakes served.

”It's easy. I don't know what I can do. Want some baltro, too? I don't use a lot of sugar, and I don't think eating a little at night will make you very fat, do you?

”Oh, well, please.”

Baltro snorted firmly about losing my selling complaint like that.

Compared to cookies, fried breads, and parfaits, the calories in this pancake are insignificant.

Cook the Baltro's share in the same way and serve on a plate.

”Baltro's free to top it off later.”

”Oh, you're gonna be so happy with Meena with Parfait”

Bartolo laughs happily only giving out Meena's name.

So it would be wild to go in and wonder why Meena's name comes first.

Bartolo looked in a good mood and covered himself with a little sugar and lemon, serving dried fruit just like me.

Again, I guess because of the same mental age, my tastes are similar.

It's also a hassle to go out of your way to your own room or dine, so you decide to eat on the spot using the chairs in the kitchen.

Cut the pancakes apart with a knife and transport them to your mouth with a fork.

Rustic sweetness that can be reproduced in any home, not sophisticated sweetness.

But that was comforting.

I feel my tongue rubbing against Lazur's spices, healing.

Bartolo also ate pancakes and seems to be somewhere in the whack.

”Flashy sweetness doesn't taste good. I prefer these sweets.”

”You have a family flavor.”

”Ha, don't be a good daughter-in-law”

”Well, one way or another, I'm the kind of pie you want me to make.”

I don't hate to make it either, but that's easier.

If you say greed, I want you to feed me.

”... when it comes to cooking more delicious rice than the boy, it seems impossible for a young lady to be there.”

”You don't have to be delicious. If there's kindness there.”

”So, do you want the lady to make it next time?

”... no, I knew deliciousness was important”

Imagine Sister Elinora's burnt treat and I immediately withdrew my remarks.

Kindness and affection are important, but I think deliciousness is also important.

Because I dusted it with simple treats, or that crappy conversation between me and Bartolo goes on.

”Well, boy. Is it time to make extra”

”Right. I don't know when they're coming in.”

Since when? There was Elna's mother and the maids, peeking in through the entrance when she noticed.

I guess I smelled pancakes from nowhere.

For the people you would definitely want, me and Bartolo decided to make an extra pancake.