On Saturday morning, Lyn had the day off. "Linda, can we practice the chestnut cake today?" she asked. "John is coming in November, and I want it to be perfect."
Linda wiped her hands on her apron and smiled. "Good idea. But first, we need kuri," she said. "That means chestnuts. Our tree is too young to give us many yet, so let's go buy some."
They walked to the small market near the station, with Star trotting happily beside them on her leash. Pinkysan stayed home, curled up on the warm windowsill.
At the market, a table was piled high with brown chestnuts, their shells shiny and a little prickly. "These smell like autumn," Lyn said, picking up a bag.
Back in the kitchen, Linda showed Lyn how to cut a small line in each shell before boiling them. "Be careful with the knife," she said. "The shells are hard."
Peeling the chestnuts took much longer than Lyn expected. "My fingers are tired," she laughed, after the tenth one. Star watched closely, her nose twitching at the warm, sweet smell from the pot.
Finally, they mixed the soft chestnuts into the cake batter and put it in the oven. The kitchen filled with a warm, nutty smell.
When the cake came out, it was a little uneven on top, but it smelled wonderful. Linda cut two small pieces, one for herself and one for Lyn.
"It's good," Linda said, "but a little dry." Lyn nodded. "Next time, let's add more butter." She wrote a small note in her recipe book: more butter, bake a little less.
Star sat by the oven, hoping for a taste, and Linda finally gave her one tiny piece of plain cake. Star's tail wagged so fast it nearly knocked over a chair.
That evening, Lyn looked at the calendar on the wall, at the little red leaf she had drawn in November. "One practice cake down," she said. "A few more, and it will be perfect for John."
(To be continued)