the room; the eldest, along with another sister, also as plump and shapely as the others. Her name was Senna.
Senna was noddin g even though she had entered at the tail end of the conversation. "Don't worry about Roz. She told Leticia about the fight; she and Leticia are best friends, but even Leticia had to say, Girl, apanhada do juízo ? ! You are married to Brice and have two kids!' She said, 'Give that girl a chance. She will make my brother happy.'" Senna nodded her head as if that was a given fact.
Francie began placing the sliced bread i nto a pretty woven basket lined with a linen napkin . "Well I will guarantee that Roz thought we'd all be on her side." She gave Tory a steady look. "But I know that Lee has been very lonely. If she cared about that she would have left her husband long ago and approached him correctly. “ Não te parece ? " And it was as if she was asking for her agreement.
"I...yes." Tory nodded and she did agree . Obviously she had been harboring those feelings for years.
Senna had poured herself rum punch. "I knew she liked him." She said knowingly.
"Well I didn't, " Francie announced while placing the baking sheet into the oven. "If I had known that she had scandalous ideas I'd have told her about herself. Tory, hand me the butter from the refrigerator please."
Tory liked listening to the women talking even if she hadn't added more than two words to the conversation. They didn't make her feel self conscious. She passed the woman an industrial sized tub of butter.
A tall dark haired man entered the room. She remembered that he was Paulo; Kaye's husband. He looked to be in his forties and had strands of grey in his curly hair. His skin tone was much darker then Lee's and his eyes were hazel. He was really gorgeous even with a pouch for a belly and about fifty extra pounds on his tall frame.
"What are you hens talking about?" He gave Tory a friendly wink while everyone else chastised and berated him both in English and Portuguese until he grabbed several beers from the fridge and slipped back out of the kitchen.
"Tory, come over here and give me a hand," a woman said. She was several years older than her and Tory had no hope of remembering what her name was as she was not a sibling of Lee's, but married to one of his brothers; Rafael or Carlo , she didn't remember which. "I'm going to show you how to make the aletria , eh?"
"I'd love to. Let me wash my hands." She went to the sink and quickly washed while the women chatted and described the dishes that they'd have. The woman poured milk into a large pot to boil. It was nearly the entire gallon of milk, but then again it was a very large family. She instructed her to pour a cup and a half of sugar into the simmering liquid along with a couple of teaspoons of salt while the woman went about cracking a dozen eggs and beating them up quickly along with more sugar.
"Ladle some of the boiling milk into the eggs...that's it. Good." The woman beat them for a bit longer and then set the egg mixture aside. She then grabbed a box of vermicelli noodles. “Back home we made this with rice but here we make it with noodles.” The two of them broke the hard noodles into the boiling milk and sugar concoction. Once that was done and the noodles were cooked in the boiling milk, they took it off the heat.
Kaye removed the leg of lamb from the oven to rest in the pan and Tory poured the tempered eggs mixture into the pot of vermicelli and milk until it made a beautiful custard. She smiled in pleasure once it was poured into a shallow glass dish. She was instructed to sprinkle cinnamon across the top and it was placed in the refrigerator to cool. She had prepared her first Portuguese dish!
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes." Kaye shooed her out of the kitchen even though she had been having a good time cooking with the women. Of course, being kicked out of the kitchen and back to Lee wasn't a bad deal either. Senna placed a beer in her
Senna was noddin g even though she had entered at the tail end of the conversation. "Don't worry about Roz. She told Leticia about the fight; she and Leticia are best friends, but even Leticia had to say, Girl, apanhada do juízo ? ! You are married to Brice and have two kids!' She said, 'Give that girl a chance. She will make my brother happy.'" Senna nodded her head as if that was a given fact.
Francie began placing the sliced bread i nto a pretty woven basket lined with a linen napkin . "Well I will guarantee that Roz thought we'd all be on her side." She gave Tory a steady look. "But I know that Lee has been very lonely. If she cared about that she would have left her husband long ago and approached him correctly. “ Não te parece ? " And it was as if she was asking for her agreement.
"I...yes." Tory nodded and she did agree . Obviously she had been harboring those feelings for years.
Senna had poured herself rum punch. "I knew she liked him." She said knowingly.
"Well I didn't, " Francie announced while placing the baking sheet into the oven. "If I had known that she had scandalous ideas I'd have told her about herself. Tory, hand me the butter from the refrigerator please."
Tory liked listening to the women talking even if she hadn't added more than two words to the conversation. They didn't make her feel self conscious. She passed the woman an industrial sized tub of butter.
A tall dark haired man entered the room. She remembered that he was Paulo; Kaye's husband. He looked to be in his forties and had strands of grey in his curly hair. His skin tone was much darker then Lee's and his eyes were hazel. He was really gorgeous even with a pouch for a belly and about fifty extra pounds on his tall frame.
"What are you hens talking about?" He gave Tory a friendly wink while everyone else chastised and berated him both in English and Portuguese until he grabbed several beers from the fridge and slipped back out of the kitchen.
"Tory, come over here and give me a hand," a woman said. She was several years older than her and Tory had no hope of remembering what her name was as she was not a sibling of Lee's, but married to one of his brothers; Rafael or Carlo , she didn't remember which. "I'm going to show you how to make the aletria , eh?"
"I'd love to. Let me wash my hands." She went to the sink and quickly washed while the women chatted and described the dishes that they'd have. The woman poured milk into a large pot to boil. It was nearly the entire gallon of milk, but then again it was a very large family. She instructed her to pour a cup and a half of sugar into the simmering liquid along with a couple of teaspoons of salt while the woman went about cracking a dozen eggs and beating them up quickly along with more sugar.
"Ladle some of the boiling milk into the eggs...that's it. Good." The woman beat them for a bit longer and then set the egg mixture aside. She then grabbed a box of vermicelli noodles. “Back home we made this with rice but here we make it with noodles.” The two of them broke the hard noodles into the boiling milk and sugar concoction. Once that was done and the noodles were cooked in the boiling milk, they took it off the heat.
Kaye removed the leg of lamb from the oven to rest in the pan and Tory poured the tempered eggs mixture into the pot of vermicelli and milk until it made a beautiful custard. She smiled in pleasure once it was poured into a shallow glass dish. She was instructed to sprinkle cinnamon across the top and it was placed in the refrigerator to cool. She had prepared her first Portuguese dish!
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes." Kaye shooed her out of the kitchen even though she had been having a good time cooking with the women. Of course, being kicked out of the kitchen and back to Lee wasn't a bad deal either. Senna placed a beer in her
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