24.Jul.13, 03:13 AM
Quenym paid rapt attention to what Arddra was telling him, nodding at her words. He actually rather hoped that someday he might be able to try some of the Northern wherries she was talking about, just to see. He watched her season the meat and let it cook. Then she took over showing him how to make the crust for it as well, which he took in with wide eyes. He had no clue about half of this!
When he had finished mixing the crust, he was instructed on how to roll it out and make the cover for the filling. Quenym followed her directions to the best of his ability, but with his beginners skills the end product was a touch uneven and a bit too floury from when he had dumped a bit too much extra to make sure it wouldn't stick. It wasn't the best, but for a beginner, middling on the skill level.
"Okay, so tht means I can just dump the filling on and close the edges?" He guessed as best as he could, taking the pot of now fully-cooked meat and bringing it to the crust. Instead of waiting for an answer, Quenym went ahead and started dumping out the contents smack-dab into the middle of the dough, piling it high before setting the pot aside and grabbing the top crust. This part seemed so self-evident, based on what she was saying.
Wile he was busy doing this, Quenym decided to talk to her some more. "So what else is different between the South and the North? Do they have the same fruits? And weather? If the wherries are different, then are there differences in the people too?"
When he had finished mixing the crust, he was instructed on how to roll it out and make the cover for the filling. Quenym followed her directions to the best of his ability, but with his beginners skills the end product was a touch uneven and a bit too floury from when he had dumped a bit too much extra to make sure it wouldn't stick. It wasn't the best, but for a beginner, middling on the skill level.
"Okay, so tht means I can just dump the filling on and close the edges?" He guessed as best as he could, taking the pot of now fully-cooked meat and bringing it to the crust. Instead of waiting for an answer, Quenym went ahead and started dumping out the contents smack-dab into the middle of the dough, piling it high before setting the pot aside and grabbing the top crust. This part seemed so self-evident, based on what she was saying.
Wile he was busy doing this, Quenym decided to talk to her some more. "So what else is different between the South and the North? Do they have the same fruits? And weather? If the wherries are different, then are there differences in the people too?"