The bread: burnt.
The muffins: hard as rocks.
Eggs have spoiled, and the milk has curdled.
And when the meat turns out to be rotten, that's when Hearth Kerri confers with the Chieftain/Storm in quiet, tight tones.
Brekke listens, brow furrowed, then nods agreement.
Soon, the duties of Hearth are turned over to her assistants, temporarily.
For Kerri needs to exercise some of this rage, somewhere that isn't the Lodge.