(NJO) What‘s Cooking?

In the NJO, they took it in turns to cook each meal. They were generally simple affairs comprised of what they grew in the rice fields at the foot of the Grandmother or could find in the wild forests of Ator Hollos. But, they were nourishing both in body and spirit, and helped to connect the order. While Lynus had his own kitchen that he’d used since he’d arrived at the monastery, the order was a much larger group so a new kitchen had become necessary.
Today, Meego and Noathi were on kitchen duty. While normally very clumsy, Meego was surprisingly rather adept at navigating the kitchen space and seemed to enjoy cooking. The larder was full of fresh game that Lynus had hunted and fish that Marv and Hestia had caught earlier in the day. The soup, a simple combo of fish and vegetables in a hearty broth, was simmering on the stone hearth in a large pot that hung on a spit above the flames. A smaller pot filled with rice sat to the side. While Noathi cleaned the floor, Meego prepared the last part of the meal - and in his humble opinion - the most important: the rye bread. He’d prepared the dough earlier in the morning. Now, the bread was cooled enough that Meego could cut it.