Angel picked up her doll and put her
on the bed, carefully laying her head on the pillow. "Go to sleep, Sorcha.
Iím going to help Mum make sausage rolls for supper. Iíll bring you one,
if you sleep well." Angel tucked her doll tightly under her blanket and
went into the kitchen.
Her mum was picking up a bag of
flour from under the cupboards. "Mum, Iím here to help," Angel said. "I
love sausage rolls. Sorcha wants one too when theyíre done."
Her mum replied, "You can get the
butter, salt, pepper, and sausage if youíd like. You know where it all is,
donít you, Angel?"
Angel nodded and went to the
cupboard to get the salt and pepper. She took a whiff of the pepper and
let out a big sneeze. She started to giggle, "Mum, The pepper made me
sneeze." Her mum smiled back. Angel took the butter and sausage out of the
refrigerator and carried them over to the counter.
"Angel, I need some Worcestershire
sauce too, and a couple of eggs. Will you get them please?"
"Sure, Mum." Angel brought them to
the counter and put them down next to everything else. She pulled a wooden
stool over and climbed up on it. As she was standing there watching her
mum mix the dough, she thought of Sorcha. "Iíll be right back," she said,
jumping down off the stool. She ran to check on Sorcha. "Oh good. Youíre
still asleep," she said to the doll and then ran back into the kitchen.
"What on earth were you doing?" her
"Making sure Sorcha was still
Angel was in charge of the sausage.
She put it into a large bowl, added some onion that her mum had chopped,
the salt and pepper, two eggs, and the sauce. She mixed it all together
with her hands. "Mum, my hands are a mess. This is all sticky and gooey."
Angel didnít like the feel of the fatty meat between her fingers.
"Keep mixing. Youíre almost done,"
her mum urged. She peeked into the bowl. "Good, Angel. Now, take some
sausage and shape it into little logs, like this," she said, showing her
how to make one.
"I can do that," Angel said. She
made a dozen sausage logs from the mixture, then carried the bowl to the
sink and washed her hands off with hot soapy water. "Thatís much better,"
she said, wiping them dry on a soft, fluffy towel.
Her mum had made the crust and was
cutting it into rectangles. Using a fork, she poked each of the sausage
logs and placed them in the middle of each piece of crust, then rolled
each piece up around the log. "There, weíre finished," she said, placing
them on a tray. "Letís pop them in the oven." She opened it up and put the
sausage rolls inside. "Theyíll be done in about 25 minutes or so.
"All right, Mum. Iíll go and see how
Sorcha is doing then," Angel said, jumping down off the stool and running
into the bedroom. "The sausage rolls are almost done. You can sleep a
little longer," she whispered to the doll. She could smell the sausage
rolls baking. "Yummy. They smell so delicious."
"Angel! Theyíre finished," her mum
said. Angel ran into the kitchen. "Why donít you sit at the table and Iíll
bring you a plate over." Angel pulled out a chair and sat down. Her mum
poured her a drink of Ribena, a black currant juice, and gave her a napkin
and fork. "Here you go," she said, putting a plate with two sausage rolls
down in front of her. Angel ate them quickly.
"Can I have one for Sorcha?" she
asked. "Sheís been sleeping nicely and I promised her she could have one."
Her mum laughed. "Sure, Angel. Take
one for Sorcha, but take a napkin through. I donít want crumbs on the
Angel went into the bedroom and
picked Sorcha up. She Ďfedí her, nibbling the bites away as if the doll
was. "Did you like that?" she asked Sorcha. "I helped Mum make them."
Mum stood at the kitchen sink,
cleaning up. She listened to Angel playing with her doll. It reminded her
of when she was a wee lass, helping her mum make sausage rolls. She sighed
a happy sigh and finished cleaning up the mess.