Green week 3

The other day I bought a packet of millet. I had to choose between two different packages, one had two recipes on it and the other one had only one. But the latter had something else written on it - a fairytale.It is one of those old, presumably Czech, fairytales about a girl who lived with her mother in a little cottage. They were poor but diligent. Every day the girl went to the town to sell the eggs and some vegetables while her mother took care of the house. She gathered wood and cooked lunch every day. One day she got sick, so the girl couldn't go to the town, she had to gather wood instead. She went to the woods where she met an old woman who begged her for some food. The little girl gave her all her food, and the woman gave her small pot in return. It was a magical pot which started to cook millet as soon as you said to it: "Small pot, cook!" The pot stopped cooking when you said: "Small pot, stop cooking!" The girl came home and explained everything to her mother.

The next day little girl went to big town again and her mother, hungry as she was, said to the pot: "Small pot, cook!" She went out of the room on other errands and when she returned, the room was full of millet, coming out of the windows and starting to spread around the village. The little girl, coming from town, saw that, ran home and cried: "Small pot, stop cooking!" By that time there was so much millet in the village that the villagers could drive it away with wagons.

I usually eat millet on Wednesdays unless I am invited to have my lunch somewhere else. Like yesterday, when my dad was the cook again.