TITLE Spudnik
AUTHOR Annarti
DISCLAIMER All mine
WARNINGS None
NOTES Chapter is not moving. Suspecting that not having been inside Kurae's head for ages is perhaps part of the problem, I decided to write something completely unrelated with him to see if that jogs anything. This came remarkably easy, though, so now my suspicion is more the story than the character. Something needs prodding. Anyway. This one's about potatoes. Because potatoes are awesome.
===Potatoes were fantastic. The most versatile of foods, they could be mashed and made luxuriously smooth with cream, baked to make the skin crispy and beautiful, chopped up to add bulk to a stew. Kurae’s favourite method was to cut them into long, chunky fingers and bake them. He could never do it properly on missions, never had enough room for all the ingredients or the time required that would take them to the next level. All he could do then was salt them, stick them in the iron mini-oven to bury them under the coals of the fire and hope it was hot enough to crisp them up. Usually they worked out well enough, but they were nothing like what he could make at home.
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