Chapter 112
July – 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
NINSIANNA
Ninsianna ran her fingers through the bucket of kishk; her nose crinkled as Mama added the sour-smelling rennet from the stomach of a sheep. Together they stirred in the salt and worked it through the grain until the kernels absorbed the mixture. Whenever summer rolled around, the goat produced far more milk than they could use. Kishk, curdled, dried milk, was a way to preserve the highly perishable dairy product for times of year when the goat didn't produce enough. Although lately there had been a lot less excess!
Ninsianna laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing," Ninsianna said. "I was just thinking how determined Mikhail looked this morning when he coaxed Little Nemesis into the milking shed."
Mama stirred the ha
