In the Country of Colors - Farber…
I'd received a mysterious letter from Prince Patir that said ; "I've found something a little rare. If you are interested, stop by my place." That was enough to get me curious, so without putting much thought into it, I made my way to visit him.
(This is such a beautiful city…)
Perhaps it was because the national festival was just around the corner, but the city streets were bustling with people and everyone seemed excited.
PATIR : Oh. You really came.
EMMA : Prince Patir! Long time no see!
As Patir approached to greet me, I found myself examining him closely. There were dark bags under his eyes, and his skin was so thin and pale I could see blue veins popping vividly against white flesh. I hesitated to take his hand.
EMMA : You don't look so good. Are you sick?
PATIR : No… That's not it…
With a deep sigh, he dragged bony digits through brightly colored hair.
EMMA : Is something the matter?
PATIR : Hmm…Emma…I've been thinking…
Those eyes peered out through long, scraggly bangs.
PATIR : Will you run away with me…?
EMMA : Wha!?
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EMMA : You're father has arranged a marriage for you, Prince Patir…?
PATIR : Yes. I don't want to get married to her. Also, stop calling me Prince.
Resentment is dripping off his tongue as he spits out the words. Lifting his cup of tea to his lips, he blows on it, before taking a sip.
PATIR : I've never cared about being recognized as a Prince. Just talk like you would with anyone else.
EMMA : Alright. I can do that.
I nodded my head, taking note that Patir's complexion had returned to normal.
EMMA : When did you hear news of this?
PATIR : Three days ago. My father called me to the throne room to speak with him directly. She's the princess of Paletia, a neighboring country. He told me her name, but I didn't care enough to remember.
I almost spit out my tea at that.
EMMA : You don't remember!?
PATIR : I can't remember anything that doesn't interest me. I don't wish to get married, so there is no need for me to remember.
EMMA : But just now you asked me if I wanted to run away together…Wouldn't that mean we would be getting married?
PATIR : I got carried away when I saw you. Just forget it.
EMMA : Huh? Okay…
PATIR : Anyway, this whole thing has been blown out of proportion, so I made a deal with my father. He said I don't have to marry her under one condition.
EMMA : What condition?
PATIR : If I can personally bring the kingdom profits that are equal to or greater than marrying into the royal family of another country. If you can help me achieve that, then this marriage doesn't have to happen.
I tilt my head and furrow my brow in confusion…
EMMA : But how on earth do you plan to bring the kingdom such profits?
PATIR : Don't you recall my specialty?
Perhaps sensing my confusion, Patir's lips curled at the ends and eyes sparkled with something akin to mischief…
procurar bem perto e ao redor
a chave o fruto maduro
o cerne da questão
e fazer o pão
amassar o trigo
amansar a noite
com mil e uma lendas
acerca do tempo e do amor
acompanhar o próprio enterro
certo de que fez aqui
tudo que lhe coube
e se não fez mais
é porque não soube
ou não pode
neste curto longo espaço
entre uma curva
e o depois
This layered bread is something you have to absolutely try. It is called Qatlama Patir in the Uzbek language, which means Layered flatbread. Its crispy and buttery texture will have you craving for more in no time.
Second bread recipe for this week, how about that? But this one requires some dough skills, guys. You need to be able to work with dough in terms of rolling it, layering it and…
