Chapter 30
Gavi wiped a floury hand over his forehead and wrinkled his nose as the fine white powder dusted his face. The amount of cooking he had to do here tested even his love of cooking. He would be happier, he thought, if he could harvest the ingredients himself, like he did at home.
He had a pang of longing for his kitchen garden, but shook it off and went on preparing the mix for the next day’s flatbread. The head cook was a good one. She had quickly seen Gavi’s talents in the kitchen. She switched him from station to station throughout the week, and this week was his week for bread. He mixed the batter until it was even and smooth, then put the cloth over it so it could ferment overnight. It was late. He had worked slowly, so that all the other kitchen workers had left for the ni
