Genesis 106
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Title~ Stir Fry
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 106. Okay, so not technically oriental, but so what =P Tsyllaes doesn't have an Orient, so this is the best you'll get. Also, if this was ANYONE but another swordie, they'd get nothing XDD
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Kurae was two pegs away from finishing his tent when Melraan slung an arm over his shoulders.
‘Kurae, quael. Teach me to cook?’
Kurae glanced up at him, eyebrows raised. ‘Aren’t you rostered for tonight though?’
‘Yeah, why? You always manage to have us eating half an hour after we make camp.’
Kurae sighed and shook his head, turning back to his tent pegs. ‘Rule one is preparation,’ he told him. ‘Have you actually got anything to cook?’
‘Oats, milk, sugar and salt.’
‘You’re stuck with porridge, then. I cook duck with orange sauce because I have oranges and we’re in country where the firing squad can get enough ducks in ten minutes.’
There was no immediate answer. Kurae hoped that was because he was thinking. ‘So… I can cook duck?’
Apparently not. ‘No. The sun’s just about set, so you’re probably not going to get any meat at all.’
‘So we’re having porridge again.’ There was actually a hint of remorse in the swordsman’s voice. He really did want to learn.
Kurae stood up and set his hands on his hips, frowning in thought. There were still some vegetables left over from last night that he planned on eating on the journey tomorrow in preparation for Nolryn’s meagre attempt at a meal, but he could buy something at the next town. Maybe he could turn that into a stir fry.
‘Get the firing squad to shoot down a few… whatever they feel like eating.’
‘Sensational.’ The grin on Melraan’s lips brought half of one to Kurae’s.
‘Emphasise no birds of prey though. They taste like what they eat.’
Melraan made a face, then grinned again. ‘Thanks quael.’
Kurae bent down and began banging in his last remaining tent peg. ‘I’m not actually going to do anything, just tell you what to do.’
Half an hour later the archers returned with two possums, a potoroo, a bird Kurae didn’t recognise, and a falcon.
Kurae rolled his eyes and glanced at the archers in irritation. He tossed the falcon aside, then looked at the remaining animals. ‘If it fails, it probably isn’t your fault,’ he told Melraan. ‘You don’t usually use poultry and rodents in the same dish.’
‘Ah, okay.’
‘Now get your dagger, cut them down there,’ he ran a finger down the potoroo’s chest, ‘so you can take the skin off, then cut off bits of meat and throw them in the wok with the vegetables.’
It took a good deal longer than Kurae would have normally taken, and with a good deal more swearing, but eventually Melraan was tossing the vegetables and meat in the wok, poking at it with a long stick to make sure none of it got stuck to the bottom and burnt. The rest of the Own had gathered around the campfire in fascination, bowls at the ready.
Kurae dug a fork into the wok, shrugged, and put the piece of meat in his mouth. ‘I’ve had better,’ he admitted, ‘but I’ve had worse.’
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 106. Okay, so not technically oriental, but so what =P Tsyllaes doesn't have an Orient, so this is the best you'll get. Also, if this was ANYONE but another swordie, they'd get nothing XDD
Kurae was two pegs away from finishing his tent when Melraan slung an arm over his shoulders.
‘Kurae, quael. Teach me to cook?’
Kurae glanced up at him, eyebrows raised. ‘Aren’t you rostered for tonight though?’
‘Yeah, why? You always manage to have us eating half an hour after we make camp.’
Kurae sighed and shook his head, turning back to his tent pegs. ‘Rule one is preparation,’ he told him. ‘Have you actually got anything to cook?’
‘Oats, milk, sugar and salt.’
‘You’re stuck with porridge, then. I cook duck with orange sauce because I have oranges and we’re in country where the firing squad can get enough ducks in ten minutes.’
There was no immediate answer. Kurae hoped that was because he was thinking. ‘So… I can cook duck?’
Apparently not. ‘No. The sun’s just about set, so you’re probably not going to get any meat at all.’
‘So we’re having porridge again.’ There was actually a hint of remorse in the swordsman’s voice. He really did want to learn.
Kurae stood up and set his hands on his hips, frowning in thought. There were still some vegetables left over from last night that he planned on eating on the journey tomorrow in preparation for Nolryn’s meagre attempt at a meal, but he could buy something at the next town. Maybe he could turn that into a stir fry.
‘Get the firing squad to shoot down a few… whatever they feel like eating.’
‘Sensational.’ The grin on Melraan’s lips brought half of one to Kurae’s.
‘Emphasise no birds of prey though. They taste like what they eat.’
Melraan made a face, then grinned again. ‘Thanks quael.’
Kurae bent down and began banging in his last remaining tent peg. ‘I’m not actually going to do anything, just tell you what to do.’
Half an hour later the archers returned with two possums, a potoroo, a bird Kurae didn’t recognise, and a falcon.
Kurae rolled his eyes and glanced at the archers in irritation. He tossed the falcon aside, then looked at the remaining animals. ‘If it fails, it probably isn’t your fault,’ he told Melraan. ‘You don’t usually use poultry and rodents in the same dish.’
‘Ah, okay.’
‘Now get your dagger, cut them down there,’ he ran a finger down the potoroo’s chest, ‘so you can take the skin off, then cut off bits of meat and throw them in the wok with the vegetables.’
It took a good deal longer than Kurae would have normally taken, and with a good deal more swearing, but eventually Melraan was tossing the vegetables and meat in the wok, poking at it with a long stick to make sure none of it got stuck to the bottom and burnt. The rest of the Own had gathered around the campfire in fascination, bowls at the ready.
Kurae dug a fork into the wok, shrugged, and put the piece of meat in his mouth. ‘I’ve had better,’ he admitted, ‘but I’ve had worse.’