I sat at the kitchen island with a bowl of savory rice porridge that I'd managed not to burn this time. Only because the instructions I'd looked up were very detailed and I'd followed them exactly without deviation.
Martha might be proud of me, as terribly as that visit to learn how to cook eggs went. Not that any of it went to waste. Except the few I cracked badly and was too proud to lick off of the counter like I might have done had she not been watching.
As I taste the first bite of my best - passable - home cooked meal, I glance at my phone on the counter… and the research I'd been doing to pass the hours as the rice simmered. Satellite images of the countryside near Vossden.
Specifically, a wooded and hilly region known for kitsch, modernized cabin rentals that feel like a more permanent representation of the glamping I encountered on that second model shoot. All because of the gift that sat on the other side of the counter.
