Cedar Woman (25 page)

“
Cha,
C
u
wi
t
k
u,
wat
c
h
how
it
is
don
e
,”
Mary instructed
as
s
h
e
t
o
ok t
h
e
b
all
o
f dou
g
h f
ro
m
h
er
d
a
u
g
h
ter
’
s
h
a
nd
s
.

“
Not li
k
e
t
h
e
y
east bre
a
d
we
m
ake.
T
h
is is
fry
bre
a
d,
v
e
ry
g
o
o
d
,
t
h
e best
bre
a
d.
We
fry
it,
not
bake
it.
Lo
o
k
,
so
m
et
i
m
es
we
w
a
nt
t
h
e
f
r
y bre
a
d
to
be
fairly
big
–
so
m
et
i
m
es
we
want
it
to
be
s
m
aller.
It
de
p
e
n
d
s
o
n w
h
at you
are ser
v
ing
it wi
t
h
a
n
d w
h
at you w
a
n
t to do with
it.

“
T
o
n
i
g
ht
we
w
ant
t
h
em ki
n
d
of
s
m
all
for
d
i
pp
i
ng
i
n
t
o
o
u
r
stew,
s
o let’s
use
this
size,”
Mary
demons
t
r
ate
d
,
using
a
sharp
knife
to
slice
aw
a
y a piece
of dough
a
b
out the
si
z
e of a s
m
all egg.

“
Now,
r
o
ll
it
ou
t
a
li
t
tle
with
t
h
e
r
o
llin
g
-
p
in
a
n
d
t
h
en
we
flatten
it
in

o
u
r
h
an
d
s.
O
h
an,
t
h
at
is
rig
h
t.
Now
we
slip
it
i
n
to
t
h
e
s
k
illet
with
t
h
e lard
a
n
d
fry
until
it
is
gold
e
n
on
one
sid
e
.
T
h
at’s
rig
h
t,
now
flip
it
ov
e
r.

See!
It’s fun, enni
t
?
”
M
a
ry laugh
e
d
as
s
h
e watch
e
d Lena turn
a piece of fry
bre
a
d
o
v
er in
t
h
e s
h
ort
e
n
i
ng with deliberate care.

“
C
h
a!
Good
j
o
b!
T
u
rn
it
away
fr
o
m y
o
u
so
t
h
e
o
il
will
n
o
t
s
p
latter y
ou
.
You
are
b
ec
o
m
i
n
g
a
go
o
d coo
k
,
Little Bir
d
!”

Le
n
a
s
m
iled
in
to
h
er
m
o
t
h
er’s
eyes,
h
a
p
py
to
s
p
end
these
t
i
m
es with
h
e
r i
n
a, lear
n
i
n
g h
o
w to c
o
o
k
,
working t
og
et
h
er in
t
h
e
p
re
p
aration
o
f

t
h
e
fa
m
ily
m
e
als,
a
n
tici
p
ating
w
h
en
t
h
ey wo
u
ld
sit
d
o
wn
to
g
et
h
er
as a fa
m
i
ly and
e
n
joy the
foods
she a
n
d
her
m
o
t
h
er had
p
rep
a
r
e
d
.

Le
n
a
c
ou
l
d
not
wait
to
see
her
fat
h
er’s
face
when
h
e
fi
n
a
lly
tasted

her
creation.
Closing her
e
y
es,
she
s
a
w h
e
r
fath
e
r
pick up
a
piece
of
the go
l
den
b
r
e
a
d.
Di
p
p
i
ng
it i
n
to
his
st
e
w
,
his
e
y
es
wid
e
ni
n
g
with astoni
s
h
m
ent,
he w
o
uld excl
a
i
m
,

“
W
ho
m
a
d
e
t
h
is
d
elicio
u
s
b
rea
d
?
C
h
a!
It
is
t
h
e
b
est I’
v
e
e
v
er taste
d
!”

“
I
m
ade
it!”
she
would
cry
with
p
ride
and
e
x
cite
m
e
n
t.
Her
fat
h
er w
o
uld l
o
ok
s
u
r
p
ris
e
d
a
n
d sa
y
,

“
C
h
a!
T
h
e
c
h
il
d
d
i
d
n
’t
d
o
t
h
i
s,
en
n
i
t
?
”
an
d
h
er
m
o
t
h
e
r
w
o
u
l
d
laugh
and
as
s
u
re
Pe
t
er
t
h
at,
in
fact,
t
h
eir
d
a
u
g
hter had pr
e
p
ar
e
d
t
h
e
sc
r
u
m
p
tious fry
bre
a
d.