Post by Roin on Mar 17, 2015 19:36:43 GMT -5
By some Food God's miracle, the mustard-pocalypse was averted. While the white-haired Merry told him to take over the seasoning, Briseur registering the compliment on his tattoos, the man replaced the woman's position at the counter. The fish had been cut into fillets... and spicing was certainly going to take a while doing them individually... so the man put on a smirk as an idea hit the surfer.
Reaching to a nearby cabinet, and getting considerable luck in the foreign kitchen, the man found plenty of spices within. Grabbing a collection of spice containers, a brief glance checked over them. Only a few rung true to the idea of a simple meal... and as a bunch were put back, five containers remained. Mint, Crumbled Dried Chili Peppers , Garlic Cloves, a Ginger Plant, and Powdered Turmeric. Five ingredients the man had plans for... big plans. Putting them on the counter, a quick turn and shuffle brought Briseur to the fridge and quickly opened it. While most of it was truthfully empty, a few other things remained... ingredients that required proper cooling.
"Not all guys are good in a kitchen, you know. My tattoos aren't because I'm just some sort of cook!"
When the Sky-Man turned and started back, a lemon and a tub of nearly flavorless yogurt was visible in the winged man's hands. Reaching the counter once again, a quick placement and shuffling of the ingredients left everything nice and orderly... and the surfer immediately set about to ruining that in the fastest possible way! A blur of the hand grabbed a blender, a commonplace for any drinker or chef worth their salt, and tugged it close-by. This place didn't have a huge stock of ingredients and tools... but it had the bare minimum. While there wasn't any other foods to make the kebab more interesting... it meant that there was only one dish to make a great meal.
Taking the same knife that had filleted the fish, quick strikes of the blade and shoves of the hand put the ginger and mint on the chopping block... and in that same flurry, they were chopped. The mint into smaller pieces with a fast, hectic rhythm... and the ginger into three pieces with three heavy chops. The largest piece was scooted away from the thumb-like sized pieces of ginger... but with a hearty stab of the knife, both were skewered. Even as Briseur slid the blade along the top of the blender, the pieces falling into the interior, the cook kept busy by tossing the handful of freshly-chopped mint onto the chunks of ginger.
With that done, the knife was placed beside the skewered fillets, immediately replaced with the turmeric bottle while the other hand turned on the sink's water. The turmeric was "dashed" into the blender with a few distracted shakes, Briseur's other hand grabbing hold of the lemon and running the water over it. While there were few cooks as easy going with germs as the red-head, the Revolutionary didn't want to seem rude while preparing a meal for two. Shakes complete, the turmeric was deposited onto the counter and a quick hand unscrewed the top from the pepper and garlic containers... just as the man shut the water off with a sigh.
"I hate lemons... there aren't too many fruits and stuff like this back home... most of my cooking came from having to live on this sea, cooking my own food. The result was having dishes that always were way too bitter! It took forever to get down handling some of these!"
Putting the lemon near the fish, the Shandian moved to shake out the proper amounts of the crumbled peppers and cloved garlic... both of which was a blessing compared to trying to get the ingredients themselves. With all that done... there was one thing left, the containers placed on the counter. It was time for the skilled surfer... to take on the mighty lemon.
A quick search found a tool exactly for the art, quietly grabbing hold of a zester from the stock of kitchen utensils. As a specialized blade, it was exactly what allowed someone to get the zest of a lemon without too much trouble... and that's exactly what Briseur wanted. Grabbing hold of the lemon as best he could, the man took the tool and began running it along and through the outer layer of the lemon. The process was simple... but took a dedicated hand to ensure that there wasn't any of the bitter layer underneath.
The zest had formed a small pile... and with a smirk, Briseur at last finished the act and scooped the stuff up in exchange for the zester. Dumping it into the large mix of spices and the like the blender already had... the winged cook at last took the knife and ran it into the lemon. The final note was obvious why, putting the knife down with an accomplished look while one hand lifted the fruit over the blender, squeezing the juice from it with a hardened grasp. It was only once it had come to a slow drip that the fruit was tossed into the nearby sink, the top put on the blender with a hand to steady it, that Briseur set about handling the final step... by turning the tool on!
The hum of the blades picked up, getting the stuff going and beginning to mix it. As fast as Briseur had gone, it was almost like the man hadn't been cooking but performing a routine. A roll of his shoulders came... and the man remained focused on the blender as it did its job fast enough. With the juicy mix complete, the Shandian made a grab at nearby cabinet and removed a decent-sized bowl... and poured all of it into the container. The final step involved tossing in a few scoops of yogurt... and the man immediately set about to mixing it with a large spoon.
And just like that, the chaotic preparation was mostly done... but the speed had been lost as Briseur used a heavy hand and a slow, steady pattern to try and mix the yogurt. Speed was something that came natural to some stages... but to ensure a steady mix... well, the cook had to take things into his own hands and do it nice and steady!
Reaching to a nearby cabinet, and getting considerable luck in the foreign kitchen, the man found plenty of spices within. Grabbing a collection of spice containers, a brief glance checked over them. Only a few rung true to the idea of a simple meal... and as a bunch were put back, five containers remained. Mint, Crumbled Dried Chili Peppers , Garlic Cloves, a Ginger Plant, and Powdered Turmeric. Five ingredients the man had plans for... big plans. Putting them on the counter, a quick turn and shuffle brought Briseur to the fridge and quickly opened it. While most of it was truthfully empty, a few other things remained... ingredients that required proper cooling.
"Not all guys are good in a kitchen, you know. My tattoos aren't because I'm just some sort of cook!"
When the Sky-Man turned and started back, a lemon and a tub of nearly flavorless yogurt was visible in the winged man's hands. Reaching the counter once again, a quick placement and shuffling of the ingredients left everything nice and orderly... and the surfer immediately set about to ruining that in the fastest possible way! A blur of the hand grabbed a blender, a commonplace for any drinker or chef worth their salt, and tugged it close-by. This place didn't have a huge stock of ingredients and tools... but it had the bare minimum. While there wasn't any other foods to make the kebab more interesting... it meant that there was only one dish to make a great meal.
Taking the same knife that had filleted the fish, quick strikes of the blade and shoves of the hand put the ginger and mint on the chopping block... and in that same flurry, they were chopped. The mint into smaller pieces with a fast, hectic rhythm... and the ginger into three pieces with three heavy chops. The largest piece was scooted away from the thumb-like sized pieces of ginger... but with a hearty stab of the knife, both were skewered. Even as Briseur slid the blade along the top of the blender, the pieces falling into the interior, the cook kept busy by tossing the handful of freshly-chopped mint onto the chunks of ginger.
With that done, the knife was placed beside the skewered fillets, immediately replaced with the turmeric bottle while the other hand turned on the sink's water. The turmeric was "dashed" into the blender with a few distracted shakes, Briseur's other hand grabbing hold of the lemon and running the water over it. While there were few cooks as easy going with germs as the red-head, the Revolutionary didn't want to seem rude while preparing a meal for two. Shakes complete, the turmeric was deposited onto the counter and a quick hand unscrewed the top from the pepper and garlic containers... just as the man shut the water off with a sigh.
"I hate lemons... there aren't too many fruits and stuff like this back home... most of my cooking came from having to live on this sea, cooking my own food. The result was having dishes that always were way too bitter! It took forever to get down handling some of these!"
Putting the lemon near the fish, the Shandian moved to shake out the proper amounts of the crumbled peppers and cloved garlic... both of which was a blessing compared to trying to get the ingredients themselves. With all that done... there was one thing left, the containers placed on the counter. It was time for the skilled surfer... to take on the mighty lemon.
A quick search found a tool exactly for the art, quietly grabbing hold of a zester from the stock of kitchen utensils. As a specialized blade, it was exactly what allowed someone to get the zest of a lemon without too much trouble... and that's exactly what Briseur wanted. Grabbing hold of the lemon as best he could, the man took the tool and began running it along and through the outer layer of the lemon. The process was simple... but took a dedicated hand to ensure that there wasn't any of the bitter layer underneath.
The zest had formed a small pile... and with a smirk, Briseur at last finished the act and scooped the stuff up in exchange for the zester. Dumping it into the large mix of spices and the like the blender already had... the winged cook at last took the knife and ran it into the lemon. The final note was obvious why, putting the knife down with an accomplished look while one hand lifted the fruit over the blender, squeezing the juice from it with a hardened grasp. It was only once it had come to a slow drip that the fruit was tossed into the nearby sink, the top put on the blender with a hand to steady it, that Briseur set about handling the final step... by turning the tool on!
The hum of the blades picked up, getting the stuff going and beginning to mix it. As fast as Briseur had gone, it was almost like the man hadn't been cooking but performing a routine. A roll of his shoulders came... and the man remained focused on the blender as it did its job fast enough. With the juicy mix complete, the Shandian made a grab at nearby cabinet and removed a decent-sized bowl... and poured all of it into the container. The final step involved tossing in a few scoops of yogurt... and the man immediately set about to mixing it with a large spoon.
And just like that, the chaotic preparation was mostly done... but the speed had been lost as Briseur used a heavy hand and a slow, steady pattern to try and mix the yogurt. Speed was something that came natural to some stages... but to ensure a steady mix... well, the cook had to take things into his own hands and do it nice and steady!