We were frightened down to our toes, we were parentless on a boat for six months. Then we were in America. The new world that was busy with work. We needed a job. Luckily the Gentry always needed servants and cooks. Anne and I would be honored to work for the Governor and his wife but first we needed training. Anne and I jumped between Middling homes and all different types of places. We experienced many different cultures and foods training and building to become the best of the best. Anne and I moved to America when we were only 12. Young, scared and frightened, parentless and jobless. We are far from that now, we cook for the Gentry class, The Governor himself. And we are so so honored. However, our job is very hard work. We work all day and sometimes even into the nights preparing and cooking. We have two baking ovens, a fireplace and a stove. We have many pots and pans, the newest models. Everyday I see the beautiful women in their perfect dresses going to the balls. Anne and I are never invited to those special evenings, for we have work to do. We cook many meals, you never know if one lady is going to be allergic to colliflower so you have to make ham too. But then someone is allergic to the seasonings on the ham. The Colonial cook has to be prepared for everything, we have to make every variety of dishes. One dish that pleases the guests very much is the macaroni and cheese. Although this dish is very creamy and delicious, it is also one of the most expensive dishes. The Governor and his wife love it though so we have to make it. Today is a very special day. Anne and I have just received a letter with great news. Our parents are coming from England. We have finally gathered enough money and a nice home for them to stay in. I am overjoyed with this thought of finally seeing my parents again. I am so overjoyed that as I am singing and talking to Anne I forget to see if the tart is ready. Usually you have to put your hand in and feel the temperature. If the temperature is perfect you can take the tart out and serve it. But it has to be perfect. If you mess up the tart you have to start all over, and you must hurry for your audience is the best of all. I have forgotten about the tart. I have put our jobs in danger and for this I am mad at myself. I run around the kitchen grabbing ingredients and starting all over again. Every meal I make has to be perfect. “Pass me that knife!” Anne says as she swiftly moves about the kitchen. I make sure to carefully give her the knife she needs, for we use only the sharpest and best knives. I don’t want to rip my apron. That is the only thing that covers my new handmade dress.

Finally after what feels like a long time the tart is done. I take it out of the baking oven from outside and the swift breeze calls to me. I have always had a way with nature, but since I started working I could never seem to satisfy my passion for the outdoors. As I close the door behind me I sigh as the fresh air is left outside. As I set the tart on the table I look at the apple turnovers my sister has made. “oooh those look delicious!” I say with a smile on my face. “Oh thank you! Your tart looks lovely. Now will you ask the Mrs. Smith if she has the list for the feast tonight? We need to know if we should start macaroni and cheese!” Anne is a very demanding person, although we were twins she was born first. She always teases me on how she was 2 minutes before me and how she is “Older”. Luckily we are not identical, no one would ever be able to tell who was who if we were. I leave the stuffy room, grateful for a change to go outside. “Don’t forget your coat!!” Anne yells after me. I ignore her as I love the sharp breeze. I run to the Governor’s palace and hope that we won’t have too many dishes for tonight.