elcome to Peg's kitchen where the food is simple and
often inedible. I am sent to the market place each day to buy the day's
provisions. I find that I am not skilled at bartering for the best fish
or bread that Peg's pennies can buy.
Once I was sent for bread, cheese and onions, a peasant's meal, and I was cheated into buying a rotten eel. The fishmonger swore the eel was fresh and a bargain at that.
I would not kill a live chicken so Peg and I had to settle for porridge for many of our evening meals. Peg would have me eat sausages but Father Leufredus says sausages are where the butcher hides his mistakes.
How I miss the bread and warm ale breakfasts of the Lord Randall's manor! Today I must content myself with stale bread and onions. Perhaps one of Peg's patients will bring a fish pie to share at Peg's table. Many people on Blood and Bone Alley grow a simple garden of cabbages and onions to add to their meager meals few pennies can buy.
At the manor we feasted on roasted meats of boar and bear, rabbit and deer; all from Lord Randall's farms and forests. Lord Randall feasted on pewter platters while the rest of us dined on trenchers of stale bread.
Here in Blood and Bone Alley, we make do with porridge, porridge, and more porridge. Oh, Saliva Mucusque!