Genesis 076
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Title~ Improvisation
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Back to being mine again
Notes~ Genesis 076. Poor Kurae, he gets no sympathy ^^;;
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The mushrooms were suitably roasted, the milk and white wine mixture simmering nicely, and the tarragon and coriander was fresh and green as Kurae tossed it into the mixture. Now all that was left was to throw in some butter to make it nice and rich, then the chicken could go in.
…Butter. Butter butter butter. Where in Lin’s sweet name was the butter? He knew he had butter somewhere; he always had butter somewhere. It was just one of the staple things he travelled with, like salt and sugar.
He checked over his cooking area twice more, looking behind every bottle and checking every scrap of cloth, but apparently the butter was nowhere to be seen. He glanced at the sauce simmering over the fire, finally deciding that it would be best to remove it for the moment while he continued his search. If it cooled down too much, he could always reheat it, but if his search took long enough that the stuff would reduce itself to a tacky mess, then he’d be left with no sauce, no butter and a very unpleasant washing up job.
He crouched down in front of his tent, checking the saddlebags for anything resembling butter, but still the greasy yellow block eluded him. He sat back on his haunches and staring accusingly at his saddlebags, as though it was purely his fault that he was lacking in such commodities.
“Does anybody have any butter?” he called out in desperation, scanning the camp for anyone who might be, and should be listening. It was, after all, as close to a matter of life and death as the Own could get. Apart from the battles and ambushes. The butter was important!
Apparently nobody else could quite grasp the concept.
The guys who were training took barely a heartbeat to shake their heads, if they made any response at all. The rest of the guys, who were sitting around the campfire and had been watching Kurae’s search with mild and completely unjustified amusement, continued to watch him with mild and completely unjustified amusement.
“Don’t happen to have any on me at the moment,” Anganur lamented, patting himself down as though he normally carried such accoutrements.
“Fresh out,” Ulkar agreed.
Kurae growled in the back of his throat, checked his bags once more, then grabbed the cream and got to his feet. “Right,” he muttered to himself, “I’ll just have to improvise then.”
He sat back down by the campfire and poured a bit of cream into the mushroom, milk and wine mixture, then stuck it back over the fire to heat up again. “Plates,” he said, loud enough so that the guys training could hear as well, then dropped the first four pieces of chicken into the sizzling sauce to cook.
“Looks all right to me,” Yoryl told him, holding out his plate and peering into the pan.
Kurae grunted and fished one of the drumsticks out of the pan. “Taste it first,” he muttered.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Back to being mine again
Notes~ Genesis 076. Poor Kurae, he gets no sympathy ^^;;
The mushrooms were suitably roasted, the milk and white wine mixture simmering nicely, and the tarragon and coriander was fresh and green as Kurae tossed it into the mixture. Now all that was left was to throw in some butter to make it nice and rich, then the chicken could go in.
…Butter. Butter butter butter. Where in Lin’s sweet name was the butter? He knew he had butter somewhere; he always had butter somewhere. It was just one of the staple things he travelled with, like salt and sugar.
He checked over his cooking area twice more, looking behind every bottle and checking every scrap of cloth, but apparently the butter was nowhere to be seen. He glanced at the sauce simmering over the fire, finally deciding that it would be best to remove it for the moment while he continued his search. If it cooled down too much, he could always reheat it, but if his search took long enough that the stuff would reduce itself to a tacky mess, then he’d be left with no sauce, no butter and a very unpleasant washing up job.
He crouched down in front of his tent, checking the saddlebags for anything resembling butter, but still the greasy yellow block eluded him. He sat back on his haunches and staring accusingly at his saddlebags, as though it was purely his fault that he was lacking in such commodities.
“Does anybody have any butter?” he called out in desperation, scanning the camp for anyone who might be, and should be listening. It was, after all, as close to a matter of life and death as the Own could get. Apart from the battles and ambushes. The butter was important!
Apparently nobody else could quite grasp the concept.
The guys who were training took barely a heartbeat to shake their heads, if they made any response at all. The rest of the guys, who were sitting around the campfire and had been watching Kurae’s search with mild and completely unjustified amusement, continued to watch him with mild and completely unjustified amusement.
“Don’t happen to have any on me at the moment,” Anganur lamented, patting himself down as though he normally carried such accoutrements.
“Fresh out,” Ulkar agreed.
Kurae growled in the back of his throat, checked his bags once more, then grabbed the cream and got to his feet. “Right,” he muttered to himself, “I’ll just have to improvise then.”
He sat back down by the campfire and poured a bit of cream into the mushroom, milk and wine mixture, then stuck it back over the fire to heat up again. “Plates,” he said, loud enough so that the guys training could hear as well, then dropped the first four pieces of chicken into the sizzling sauce to cook.
“Looks all right to me,” Yoryl told him, holding out his plate and peering into the pan.
Kurae grunted and fished one of the drumsticks out of the pan. “Taste it first,” he muttered.
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Date: 2006-02-08 07:05 am (UTC)*shot*
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Date: 2006-02-08 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-08 07:09 am (UTC)... Bet Kurae can't stand touching chicken breasts X);;;
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Date: 2006-02-08 07:10 am (UTC)