You are the best! Yes, I mean you! Last weekend I launched the first episode of our latest “interactive” serial. I was doing Snoopy’s happy dance about the positive responses from all of you. Not only that, but so many of you have been generous with sending three random things and/or food-related things.
Remember, you are also welcome to send Recipes (or links to your recipes if you are a blogger) to share as part of an episode.
As you saw in Episode-1, the things established a setting in the late Victorian era. The things/ingredients also gave us the title characters for this serial: Copper — a young girl, Cornelis Drebbel (borrowed from history) — the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers who narrates the story. Will her name be revealed? Only the things/ingredients can say!
This week’s things are from Kathryn (aka K. R. Big Fish) at Another Foodie Blogger. Check out her fun blog and amazing recipes. KR’s Creamy Cauliflower and Potato Soup has been one of my favorite easy meals this winter. However, you’ll find her featured recipe at the end of this episode. I’ll let that be a surprise for now.
I often say “You’re behind the wheel” when it comes to what happens in the serial stories. However, giving the new setting, maybe I should say “You’re the engineer of this locomotive!”
Now, let’s get back on track with Episode-2.
2. Soup Pot, Kitchen Sink, Mail-Order Wine Club
Cornelis Drebbel, shimmered and blurred before my eyes. Then the alchemist popped out of my suite at the Belle Inn. I do mean that literally. He disappeared with a pop sound. Though he acted put upon when I asked him to do such investigative errands, I knew he secretly relished getting out on his own. As I waited for his return, I gazed speculatively at his skull, which rested in my hatbox.
There was a light knock at the door. It was one of the Belle Inn’s staffers bringing up dinner. I was infinitely glad she hadn’t come a moment earlier. Though I flaunt tradition and wear trousers as I please, it would still be hard to explain having a man in my room. Or at least what would look like a man from the maid’s point of view.
She brought the tray into my suite and sat it on the small round table. It was laden with several covered dishes of food and an ornate little bell. The aromas escaped tantalizingly from the dishes.
“Thank you. It’s very kind of you, miss. It smells delicious,” I said as my stomach made a noise of agreement.
“Oh, just call me Bitsy — everyone does,” she commented as she uncovered a generous portion of the fried calamari I ordered.
Bitsy only glanced at my trousers. That was rare. Reactions to my usual attire ranged from bulging eyes, to gasps, to righteous rants. Once a woman even screamed hysterically. Yet the maid barely seemed to notice. My eyebrows went up just a bit. Naturally I was surprised by the lack of reaction. However, I was also gratified. I’d have to make sure and give her a generous tip.
“Mr. Belle said to make sure you had plenty of anything you want from the kitchen. That was some smart thinking you had about the little foal. Even Cookie was impressed,” the maid chattered, merrily jumping from one subject to the next. “You didn’t mention it, but I brought you a treat from Cookie’s soup pot,” Bitsy said. “She makes lovely soups, a different one almost every day. After all, woman cannot live by calamari alone — regardless of how delicious it may be,” she added with a grin.
The aroma of the soup was lovely indeed, but my attention fell upon the bell. The intricate design of the silver bell was unexpected. Even the patina of the silver was unusual. The young woman told me to just ring it if I wanted anything at all. Bitsy picked up the bell and gave it one ring to reinforce her words.
The bell had a very strange, almost harmonic sounding ring. As I commented on how unusual looking the bell was it occurred to me that I had seen all manner of bells about the Belle Inn. Bitsy laughed when I mentioned the fact.
“Oh yes, the bells of the Belle Inn,” she said. “I only moved here six months ago, so I don’t know the history of the place that well. But it was the whimsy of one of Mr. Ignatius Belle’s ancestors to collect all sorts of bells, being as their family name was Belle,” Bitsy said.
“The Belle family’s been in this town forever, but Mr. Ignatius Belle was from some other branch of the family tree. He inherited the inn and moved here. But he took to things like he’d been here since childhood. He’s very fond of those bells. I’ve seen him gather up a bunch of them, and ever so carefully clean and inspect each one,” Bitsy went on about her employer. “I thought it was sweet. You know? A big, strong man with a highfalutin education being so taken with little bells,” she said with an impish grin.
It might have been interesting to learn more of what the maid knew of the proprietor and all those bells. After all, Ignatius Belle was a fine figure of a man. However, I gave my sincere thanks to Bitsy and hurried her on her way. It would not do for her to be here whenever the Dutch alchemist reappeared from thin air.
A moment after the maid left I heard another pop, and Cornelis materialized. He looked at the large tray of food and then rolled his eyes at my selection. I reminded him that I had gotten the Stilton cheese of which he was so fond, and he was somewhat mollified.
“Well?” I urged. “What did you learn?”
He pursed his lips considering whatever he had seen. “She’s clever, that one. Reasonably resourceful. Definitely determined,” he said of Copper, the young girl I saw at the Best’s General Store. “Though I am not sure I have the same conviction that you feel,” he added.
His lack of positivity made me feel deflated. I plopped down on the side of the bed and slumped. That poor posture was not something I could manage in proper female attire. The boning of corsets did not tolerated a slouch.
“So you don’t think it’s her?” I said, not sure whether or not I was asking a question.
“I don’t know that she is,” the Dutchman said seeming to contradict himself. “Yet I don’t know that she is not. It bears investigation.”
“How so,” I wanted to know what had stirred even a small amount of interest in the jaded alchemist.
“Because of the dead man at the desk in the study,” he replied in a tone that suggested that should be obvious.
“Oh, so that’s why she positively reeked of death. What an awful thing for a little girl to find,” I murmured sadly. “It is her father?” I made it a question, though I was sure it must be so. “That would explain why she was so frightened when the women at the general store mentioned the orphanage.”
The Dutchman shrugged as he absently tossed the cream colored tassel from Copper’s cape into the air and caught it. “I don’t know if the deceased is Calvin Hixon. I can’t say who the man is. He is slumped over the desk, face down. He does, however wear a signet ring that indicates he is part of the family,” Cornelis supplied that tidbit.
One might think Cornelis would have bothered to move the body enough to get a look at the man’s face. However, he was unexpectedly, and often inconveniently, squeamish about such things.
“I didn’t think there was any family, just Copper and her father,” I said, perturbed. “I suppose it must be him then. You didn’t see anyone about the house or grounds?” I asked, but Cornelis shook his head negatively.
“There had been a governess up until a couple of months ago,” Cornelis offered. “Hixon wrote a glowing recommendation for her, but there was no clear reason for her dismissal. Except of course the money troubles.”
“Money problems? Why didn’t you say so?” I asked. The man could be infuriating. I knew Cornelis delighted in holding back the important facts for dramatic effect. And doubtlessly to watch the expression on my face. “What kind of financial problems did Calvin Hixon have? Could you see that?” I asked to the Dutchman’s obvious delight. He loved to have an audience.
“Oh my,” he began. “There were unpaid bills for everything but the kitchen sink!” he said. “Calvin Hixon had clearly been having financial issues for months, possibly years.”
Curiosity finally got the better of Cornelis Drebbel and he investigated the tray of food the maid left. He seemed quite pleased by the soup. He looked hopeful when he spotted the bottle of wine, but his smile faded in an exaggerated way when he read the label.
The Dutchman had a mind filled with ever changing wild ideas for things, inventions and new ways of doing things. He had brought many of those ideas into existence before an accident of alchemy had radically changed his own existence. The look on his face told me he was having one of those inventor-type ideas.
“How is it that we end up in so many places that don’t have a decent bottle of wine?” he grumbled in a droll tone that was edged with exasperation. “Why has no astute businessman gathered all manner of fine wine and made it available to back-of-beyond places like this one? It wouldn’t be so complicated,” he complained, but his eyes twinkled with his idea.
“What do you mean?” I asked, though it was usually a bad idea to encourage him. Whenever Cornelis had an idea, he would go on about it until he had laid out a five year plan for its creation. “Through the post, like purchasing things from a catalogue? Sent to individuals, rather than businesses?” I pondered aloud, realizing all the while that I had let him draw me in once again. “So what you’re suggesting is a mail-order wine club. Things are different than in your day, Cornelis. All the taxes and levies would make it impossible,” I commented, once again the voice of reason to his wild ideas.
I felt rather guilty when I saw the disappointed expression in his eyes. It actually wasn’t such a bad idea. It was much more reasonable than his underwater boat device or his floating bomb. However, I frowned because I shouldn’t have let myself be sidetracked. I had to figure out Copper’s situation.
Cornelis gave me directions to the Hixon estate. Hopefully Ignatius Belle would let me borrow a horse. I had to travel by more mundane means than the alchemist. Cornelis would meet me there.
I wrapped up a large portion of the calamari and freshly baked rolls, and when Cornelis wasn’t looking, I packed some of the Stilton cheese I had gotten for him. It seemed obvious that the child didn’t have any food left. A good meal might also help me gain her trust. She had seemed skittish at the general store, even before the surly comment from those women about her going to an orphanage. How she was involved in the grand scheme of things was a mystery to me, but I was certain that Copper Hixon played a key part.
The alchemist had such a twinkle in his eyes when he dematerialized that I wouldn’t have been surprised to see him rub his hands together in anticipation. Instead he gave the tassel from Copper’s cape a toss toward the ceiling and disappeared. When I realized it would likely land in the soup, I jumped off the bed to catch it. However, Cornelis reappeared before the tassel came back down and he caught it.
“Oh yes,” he said as if he’d never left. “I need a look at that harmonic tuner. I may have seen its counterpart at the Hixon estate. So do be a lamb and bring it with you,” he said drolly.
“The what?” I asked.
He pointed toward the food tray on the table. “They seem to be using it as a dinner bell,” he said.
I cautiously picked up the ornate bell that had such an unusual ring. I had thought of the sound as harmonic and perhaps with good reason.
“A harmonic tuner…?” I repeated, looking curiously at the unusual bell.
Recipe: Cheater Pho Bo (Vietnamese Beef Noodle Soup)
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Photo and recipe credit: Another Foodie Blogger
Will the woman in trousers reach Copper, who is surely frightened and alone in a big empty house with a dead body? And what the devil is a “harmonic tuner” and for what is it used? Be sure to tune in again next weekend.
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40 thoughts on “Copper, the Alchemist, & the Woman in Trousers: Episode-2”
your characters are absolutely amazing.
You make some pretty amazing characters yourself — so i’m very flattered. Thanks for taking a moment to comment. Hugs!
LOL… Thanks for dropping by, Shelley! Watch out for those hot peppers! Hugs. 😀
Of course Bitsy has to investigate. What respectable pants wearing lady wouldn’t?
Ha! Thank you Christoph. Usually i put way, way too much thought into just the right name, meaning, connections to character and theme… the whole nine yards. Bitsy… that was a sudden whim with no research. LOL, note to self — go with the whim! 😀
I’m tickled pink that you enjoy the serial. It means a lot to me. Hugs. 🙂
This is such fun, Teagan. You find the greatest names – Bitsy – love it.
Great serial – keep it up! Hugs!
Hi Tess! It’s good to see you — thanks for commenting. LOL, I’m not sure where i made the 4:30 a.m. comment, though i’ve probably mentioned it several times. It works for me to get up early. I’ve never had energy in the afternoons (let alone evenings). But I have to go to bed at a crazy-early hour to match.
It’s funny… I’ve always had big uncertainties over the “right” length for these episodes. I finally realized that’s because what is long to one person is short to another. Episode-2 was almost twice as long. But i saw that i had written three pages after using the third “thing”… So i went back and re worked the last half into Episode 3 for next weekend.
I hope i can stay a whole episode ahead. That lets me have time to put more atmosphere and points of interest in the story. It occurred to me that so far i haven’t given as many historic or informational links as usual.
> Thanks for the encouraging words. Mega-hugs! ❤ 😀
The end of Episode two, already? *small pout* O bother. I will just have to wait like everyone else. Sigh.
You do weave a lovely tale and I love reading along. Thank YOU, Teagan. ❤ ❤ ❤ You said 4:30 didn't you. Double sigh.
Hi Lottie — i’m happy to see you! I haven’t tried the Pho yet (but i love that kind of thing too), but Katherine has fabulous soup recipes.
Thank you — i hope you are enjoying the new serial. Great-big-hug. 🙂
What a talented and clever lady you are! Oh, and I went weak at the knees for the beef Pho – LOVE that stuff! One of the benefits of living in South-East Asia was having all that divine yumminess on the doorstep ❤
I learn so much with your links to subjects. Thank you.
Hey RC. It’s always a pleasure to see you. I’ve always thought of the information links as part of the fun. I’m glad you enjoy them. Huge hugs. 🙂
It makes me so happy to hear that, Andrea! The “things” from Lord David Prosser promise quite an adventure next weekend (i hope… i’m having fun with it anyway)!
Looking forward to your next post. Huge hugs! 😀
I LOVE these characters Teagan, they’ve completely drawn me in and I can’t wait to see where they take me 🙂
😀 I’m always glad to give a giggle! Thanks so much for commenting Christy. Cornelis plays an important part in Episode 3. I hope he’ll entertain. Hugs!
I am liking the new characters and the locomotive is in full swing! As for the mail-order wine club, the way you dropped that into the story made me giggle 🙂 Sign me up as waiting for Episode 3 ❤
Applesauce! Debra, what an awesome compliment. I’m completely blown away. Thank you, thank you. How am i going to live up to all that? 😀 ❤
LOL, "Word Artist" — can i add that as a title on my resume? Love it!
However, the important thing is that you are enjoying yourself. That's what it's all about — engaging you and everyone who reads these stories, and making all of you a part of it.
Mega-hugs my friend. ❤
Teagan, I just marvel at the creative worlds — so specific and visual — that you create here on your blog. Obviously, these worlds come from a very fertile, imaginative (and smart!) mind — the mind of a “word artist,” yes, but also that of someone who knows how to tell a story (AND present it in a visually stunning manner)! Bravo!
powerful. interesting character, strong cast, such wonderful words!!
Mihran, you are so very kind. Thanks for your encouragement. Hugs! 🙂
Loved the ending for Episode two, Teagan. Rock on.
Hi Mary! It is so good to see you. I was afraid the ending fizzled. I actually had another 3 pages written, but decided that was too long. So i converted half of what i’d written to be episode-3. Then i couldn’t satisfy myself with the end of episode 2… So thanks very much for that feedback. Mega-hugs my friend. Stay warm.
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The length is perfect, too, Teagan. Happy Sunday!
Oh good. Thanks. 😀 ❤
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Another fantastic job Teagan, and the recipe looks delish! I’ll definitely meet you back here next Saturday!
Melissa, i am totally tickled to hear that! Thanks so much. Maybe i’ll even give myself the added challenge of working your “Carnivals” prompt into the next chapter. LOL no promises. I have challenges aplenty. 😀
I’m happy you took a moment to comment. Hugs!
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Are you kidding me!?! Never in a million years would i drop anything from you, David. And i’m absolutely serious when i say you send the most wonderful things/ingredients. I’ve gotten to work on your episode these past two weekends and I’m having a blast with it. 😀
Mega Sunshine super hugs, my friend. Hug hug hug. 😀
Teagan, this was so much fun. I love the soup recipe. Very creative!
Hi Noelle. Thanks for taking a moment to comment. I’m so happy that you are enjoying this new serial. Hugs!
Reblogged this on anotherfoodieblogger and commented:
This is the second installment of a culinary adventure, where the great author Teagan used my three culinary items and featured one of my recipes at the end of the story! Thank you Teagan!
Thank you so very much for the reblog. I always hope to bring in more “foodie” bloggers for these culinary serials. Cheers!
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Another fabulous installment! And thanks so much for the shout out! I loved your use of the three culinary items I suggested. Thank you thank you thank you, I can’t wait to see what happens next!
Thank you Kathryn. Your ingredients/things were a delight to work with — and being able to use your recipe links truly helped me a lot. I’m happy that you’re enjoying the serial. Huge hugs! 😀
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What an interesting cast of characters…And David’s ingredients turn next week…Looking forward to it.
Hi Olga. I hope you’re doing well. I’m delighted that you came by to comment. Yes, David always sends the most fantastic things/ingredients! I’ve started on that episode, and i think everyone will be pleased. Mega-hugs. 🐻
Another great episode Teagan, I will admit I wanted to hang onto Pip and Andy and I still love them but I am loving these new characters and story line. The mysterious woman in trousers and Feisty Copperl, love them. I will make a suggestion for 3 ingredients, pate, profiteroles, olives.
Thanks so much Suzanne. I miss Pip and Andy too. I expect they’ll be back eventually, especially since i had an “old Hollywood” story-line in mind for them. However, i’m delighted that you are enjoying this new serial. I’ve become rather attached to the Cornelis character, so expect mischief from him! 😀
Yay! Thanks for the ingredients. I’m happy that you “came out to play.”
I’ll search your site to see if i find any of your recipes with those things. Sunshine Super Hugs to you and Nando.
(I hope you’re not sore and worn out from shoveling snow… Another hug for that. 🙂 )
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
Part two of the new Three Things serial ….off to a good start with a fabulous recipe for Vietnamese Beef Noodle Soup… so what is the cause of Copper’s father’s demise and will the woman in trousers gain her trust….we shall see next week but you have to read this part first.
Thanks so much for the reblog Sally. Have a sublime Sunday tomorrow. Huge hugs! ❤
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