Unexpected, not unprecedented. Lucy opened the cabin door to a wall of snow. Stores, as well as spirits, were running low. Something had to liven the hard tack and rabbit stew, hairy root vegetables and pale wrinkled peas. Evan sat by the glowing fire, his fiddle forgotten on his knee, the bow lying on the floor.
She snapped her fingers, grabbed a candle, and lifted the trap door to the cellar underneath their home. The animals, fed and watered, called greeting as she passed to the cooler corner where she kept summer memories. There! One remaining pot of lingonberries!
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2019)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (08/15/19): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a sweet jam. It can take you to the kitchen or the smoky room of a back-alley bar. What makes it sweet? Go where the prompt leads you!
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I often think of jam tasting like summer, but imagine how important such summer memories would be in a Scandanavian winter!
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Or in MN or MI!
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I’ve never heard of lingonberries but I get the impression that Lucy and Evan will enjoy them.
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(It’s a Scandinavian thing)
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Forgive the commercialization, Liz, but I love Ikea’s meatballs with lingonberry jam! The taste reminds me of cranberries.
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Well, they are very like–the lingonberries just a bit sweeter, and needing less added sugar.
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I liked this! Sometimes summer memories are all that get us through the winter.
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Easier done when you can bottle the stuff!
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