Opening post by Ser Harrold Wode · #1
i expected turnip stew to be impossible to ruin, so I left the pot simmering while I checked the north wall. It became a black crust with the smell of a siege. By the time I returned, even the keep’s dogs had judged it unfit...
it cost me supper, one iron pot, and the confidence of the cook who had been advising me. You may have the turnips; I will not share the recipe.