10.Jul.13, 02:48 AM
Quenym decided it was time to try his hand at cooking. Why not? It was a useful skill to have if he were going to be adventuring. He could spit fish, and find fruit, but beyond that... And it got boring to eat those day after day, after all. The key was finding a good time to make his way to the kitchens where he could dig into the indigents with no one observing him too closely.
That was the trick, alright.
He had no clue that people ate so much. They ate all the time! They actually had to eat in the morning, and then in the afternoon, and then they had the gall to eat at night on top of that and it didn't even include snacks or meals made for trips or things they filched from the kitchen either. The only reasonable conclusion there could be, he reasoned, was that people were pigs.
But eventually there was a lull and he was able to make his way into the kitchens unimpeded. Quenym started rummaging around in the cupboards and shelves for spoons and flour and fruit, thinking carefully about what he wants to make. Maybe a wherry and red fruit pie! After all, if they tasted good apart, then they had to taste great together, right? He grinned and started slicing up one of the redfruits and dumping it into a bowl, seeds and all.
But how did you make the gravy that went into a pie? His brow furrowed as he thought. Maybe it had to do with the meat being juicy. After all, it always tasted like the meat. He dumped some water and wherry meat into the bowl, and then went for the juice. He paused, considering which juice to put in. Then he grabbed the coconut juice. It was rather whitish and tasty, and gravy was rather whitish! There had to be some sort of color change when the pie was cooked for the juice to start really looking like gravy. He grinned. This cooking thing wasn't so hard, after all!
That was the trick, alright.
He had no clue that people ate so much. They ate all the time! They actually had to eat in the morning, and then in the afternoon, and then they had the gall to eat at night on top of that and it didn't even include snacks or meals made for trips or things they filched from the kitchen either. The only reasonable conclusion there could be, he reasoned, was that people were pigs.
But eventually there was a lull and he was able to make his way into the kitchens unimpeded. Quenym started rummaging around in the cupboards and shelves for spoons and flour and fruit, thinking carefully about what he wants to make. Maybe a wherry and red fruit pie! After all, if they tasted good apart, then they had to taste great together, right? He grinned and started slicing up one of the redfruits and dumping it into a bowl, seeds and all.
But how did you make the gravy that went into a pie? His brow furrowed as he thought. Maybe it had to do with the meat being juicy. After all, it always tasted like the meat. He dumped some water and wherry meat into the bowl, and then went for the juice. He paused, considering which juice to put in. Then he grabbed the coconut juice. It was rather whitish and tasty, and gravy was rather whitish! There had to be some sort of color change when the pie was cooked for the juice to start really looking like gravy. He grinned. This cooking thing wasn't so hard, after all!