She rises also while it is still night,
And gives food to her household,
And portions to her maidens.
As you may know, I live with grown sons and a husband. And although I get up hours before dawn (as specified above) — to do laundry and get breakfast and lunches before work — there are no “maidens” to give portions to.
I am on the watch for those maidens, ever hopeful. I would gladly give them portions. But they do not show up.
Yesterday during my Thanksgiving Day cooking marathon — in my galley-style kitchen — I found myself giving thanks for each one of my modern appliances. And hot water. And functional plumbing.
Could these be my “maidens”?
I am also very thankful that I do not have to slap together a massive, intricate meal every single day. What the real-life Mrs Bridges and Mrs Patmores had to put up with was a lot!
While I’d like to socialize in Jane Austen’s world, I do not want to cook or clean there.
(Well actually, I don’t want to cook or clean anywhere, ever, you know?)
So in Jane Austen’s day, which would you rather be? Kitchen help? Or cleaning help?