A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.

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Adette wiped her brow on her apron, and smiled. On the counter before was a dark, rich, brown dough. She removed the towel from it, it look soft and puffy. With a grin she set about kneading. As she worked the the dough with her hands, Adette hummed aloud an old song she had almost forgotten as she worked, and wondered who would be called through the door by the smell of fresh baking bread.
The world around them may be in turmoil, but nothing could soothe the soul like a little comfort food.