I'm not as of yet aware of this branch of Steampunk, if there even is one. I'm not talking of normal victorian cuisine exaclty, I just think it would be very interesting to see what a food obsessed madboy may conjure up. Deceptive meals which eat it's creator?
Genetically modified cabages, which taste like chocolate and tunnel underground, only catchable during mating season whence the males come above ground to soak up the sun and melt in a seductive chocolatey fashion to seduce the females which as anyone would now have a weakspot for chocolate? I believe they might actually taste rather nice after you wash off the outer coating of ever so healthy dirt and grit.
"The new easter sensation that's sweeping the nation. Go to you local grocers and pick up the chocabbage for yourself and your children today! But be careful the Easter Bunny might take a nimble unless you guard it carefully." And this will be written on a poster with a rather evil rabbit clank, eyes glowing earily, munching a chocabbage. A general doom ridden atmosphere. In this theoretical timestream the easter bunny is in fact a story used to scare children at easter and prevent them from loosing their chocabbages. It's true I swear. A madboy created the monstrosity after a rather terrible easter in which he recieved no chocolate, and decided to take his revenge upon mankind.
Sorry, I got rather carried away there, I didn't actually know what cuisine I might come up with to use as an example when creating the thread and I became absorbed in the possiblities. sweatdrop
And remember this children, if your chocolate remains at the stroke of midnight on easter sunday, the Easter Bunny will track you down with the sweet smell of the elixer known as chocolate. You wish to know what happens then? You may very well regret it... There was a yound girl who lived in Cambridge a few years past, I knew her well. She didn't believe in the Easter Bunny, claiming him to be fictional nonsense, oh how wrong she was. She left her chocolate uneaten, hidden under her bed so her parents would not realise and spank her for her disobedience.
At the stroke of midnight he tore through the countryside, ripping houses apart and devouring chocoabbage fields in his wake. In cambridge the sound of silence was deathening, cats fled and dogs cowered under mattresses. The Easter Bunny loomed above the poor girls house, slowly it reached out it's paw and tore a howl through her bedroom wall.
They never found the girl, nore her chocolate, but her parents went to her room the next day to find a mixture of chocolate and blood splattered around the room.
Way too carried away... Nonetheless I hope you enjoyed it and that you'll share with me your steamy recipes and any stories which may form as a result of them 3nodding
Genetically modified cabages, which taste like chocolate and tunnel underground, only catchable during mating season whence the males come above ground to soak up the sun and melt in a seductive chocolatey fashion to seduce the females which as anyone would now have a weakspot for chocolate? I believe they might actually taste rather nice after you wash off the outer coating of ever so healthy dirt and grit.
"The new easter sensation that's sweeping the nation. Go to you local grocers and pick up the chocabbage for yourself and your children today! But be careful the Easter Bunny might take a nimble unless you guard it carefully." And this will be written on a poster with a rather evil rabbit clank, eyes glowing earily, munching a chocabbage. A general doom ridden atmosphere. In this theoretical timestream the easter bunny is in fact a story used to scare children at easter and prevent them from loosing their chocabbages. It's true I swear. A madboy created the monstrosity after a rather terrible easter in which he recieved no chocolate, and decided to take his revenge upon mankind.
Sorry, I got rather carried away there, I didn't actually know what cuisine I might come up with to use as an example when creating the thread and I became absorbed in the possiblities. sweatdrop
And remember this children, if your chocolate remains at the stroke of midnight on easter sunday, the Easter Bunny will track you down with the sweet smell of the elixer known as chocolate. You wish to know what happens then? You may very well regret it... There was a yound girl who lived in Cambridge a few years past, I knew her well. She didn't believe in the Easter Bunny, claiming him to be fictional nonsense, oh how wrong she was. She left her chocolate uneaten, hidden under her bed so her parents would not realise and spank her for her disobedience.
At the stroke of midnight he tore through the countryside, ripping houses apart and devouring chocoabbage fields in his wake. In cambridge the sound of silence was deathening, cats fled and dogs cowered under mattresses. The Easter Bunny loomed above the poor girls house, slowly it reached out it's paw and tore a howl through her bedroom wall.
They never found the girl, nore her chocolate, but her parents went to her room the next day to find a mixture of chocolate and blood splattered around the room.
Way too carried away... Nonetheless I hope you enjoyed it and that you'll share with me your steamy recipes and any stories which may form as a result of them 3nodding
