Aine had a dream kitchen fully stocked with utensils, pots and pans for any kind of cooking. Grace did not cook much in Dublin, especially since her small flat only had a spot of a kitchen with counter space that a gnat could use. This kitchen was bright with windows that looked out to the countryside and hills in the distance and counters that spread the length of the kitchen. A restaurant style double stove and oven was at one end of the kitchen. Even the fridge was oversized.
Up to this point Grace was still using the simple supplies that she had picked up in Maghera at the Spar Market. As she waited for an opened can of soup to heat on the stove, Grace spotted a recipe box and cookbook tucked neatly in a corner on the counter. She knew what a great cook her grandmother had been. Were these some of her special recipes?
As Grace perused the recipe box, she recognized some of the recipes as her favorites from when she was a child. There was an amazing scone recipe that she had not had in years, a recipe for lamb stew, another for leek and parsley soup, and they went on and on. She really needed to get to a larger market and pick up some supplies to make some of these recipes. They brought back so many memories.
These were recipes that Aine cooked for her guests. They were full of flavor and always in demand. In fact after earlier reading some of the letters and notes that guests had written, she realized the reason they even stayed at the cottage was for Aine's meals. If only Grace had the opportunity to make some of these delicious recipes.
Grace suddenly had an idea. She wanted to cook some of these meals, but it would be much too much food for her. What if she could get some of her friends from Dublin to come up for the weekend to help her out with the cottage and have them stay over? She could cook these delicious recipes for them and they could all enjoy.
With her bowl of soup in hand, Grace headed back to the sitting room and started to make a few calls from her cell phone. Before she knew it, she had six friends headed up to Swatrach for the weekend to keep her company, stay over, and help out some with the cottage. Now she needed to plan the menu and get to the market. She had hardly thought about it, but she was having a party at her grandmother's B&B for the weekend.
Grace had a tight group of friends. Some were couples and some single girls like herself. She knew most of them either from her college days, or from work. They usually met on Friday evenings for drinks at a favorite pub in Dublin to hang out together. This Friday they would all be coming up to stay with her.
Erin and Kelly were friends from her university days. They would stay in the room with the two twin beds. Keith was a workmate. He would come with his wife Anna and they would stay in the double room. And then Kate, another school mate, and her husband would take the third room. This was what a full B&B was supposed to be. Grace smiled to herself when she thought about this.
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