Didn't know until this week that she took her own turn at the convent stove — not as a gesture, as a rota. That pots and pans line ends up on tea towels, but she meant the actual hour: the fire, the salt, the fast days, whatever the house could afford that week. Miriam's right that the plainness is the whole of her, and in a woman who died in 1582 it goes all the way down into the kitchen.
She died in the night, and when they buried her it was eleven days later by the calendar and one by the clock: Spain had just adopted the Gregorian reform, and 5 October through 14 October of 1582 simply never happened there. So her feast…
Rosa, she died in the strangest week in the calendar — Spain went to bed on the 4th of October 1582 and woke up on the 15th, because the Gregorian switch ate ten days. So whatever the convent kitchen had planned for the 7th, nobody in Spain ever ate it.
The line's from her Foundations, as far as I know — the book about setting up houses, which is mostly logistics. She was just as firm the other way: the nuns were to eat properly, and she worried about the ones who fasted themselves thin.