A/N – Came up with this when I was trying to make bread yesterday. In the end I cheated and used a ready mix bag. All you do is add warm water, let it rise, and then sit it in the oven. Simply genius and a lifesaver for those of us who aren't as talented as Peeta in this department.
Disclaimer – I don't own The Hunger Games, I simple enjoy writing fanfiction.
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Bread is surprisingly difficult to make. You'd think shooting animals in the eye would be the harder task but that's kiddie play compared to getting this loaf to rise. I let out a frustrated growl and chuck the hot brick-like bread onto the pile of other failed batches. It was at that moment Peeta decides to walk in.
"What's this then?" he grins cheekily. The git ruddy well knows, he has eyes; he can see. The entire kitchen is covered in flour, including me. There are water stains running down some of the surfaces and an acrid smoke hangs in the air because I left some of the attempts in the oven too long. Oh and there's a small pile of salt developing on the floor.
"There is no way it should be this hard, its just bread! Where on earth did I go wrong?" I exclaim rubbing at my neck and successfully get more sticky dough all over myself. Peeta smiles indulgently and strides over to where I am.
"Well you're using plain flour instead of self-raising."
"There's a difference? They both look the same though"
He looks at me sideways
"It's kind of in the title Katniss, one makes the bread rise. It also looks as if you've forgotten the yeast."
"It smells terrible." I explain scrunching up my nose in distaste.
"And gutting squirrels doesn't?" He laughs and scuffs his feet at the salt on the floor before going over to lick a loaf experimentally "You also used far too much salt. Yuck." He chucks it back onto the pile "Oh and you also want to take it out the oven before it turns black." He smirks, glancing at a few of them.
"I was hoping if I left them in a little longer they might puff up a bit more." I say sheepishly. Peeta smiles again and stands behind me to wrap his arms around my waist.
"Tell you what; you stick to hunting and I'll stay the baker of the family. Now lets get you up into the shower and clean you off." His eyes dance with happiness and it's my turn to grin now as he chases me upstairs into the bathroom.
Yes; I'll stick to hunting though I'm not sure how long I'll be able to keep it up once I start getting bigger. I let him caress my growing middle lovingly when we step into the shower. I know he's excited about out first child and his joy is infectious, it actually makes up for my fear.