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 Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 7:48 am
Mushrooms, huh...? It was a bit out of season for the majority of what they tended to harvest, but they should have some stores of those dried for preservation. That said, given it was spring, there were a few fresh varieties that were currently in-season - morels, oysters, and chicken of the woods specifically. He couldn't remember what they'd recently gotten in, but given they were making at most a little snack between mealtimes, a little would suffice.
He walked over to the raw storage area and started perusing about before finding what he was looking for.
"Would a light soup do?" Naturally, he'd have her help out with some of the menial tasks while he performed the cooking himself.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2021 1:30 pm
Kara-boo stuttered a bit in response. "S-sure." Thwn proceeded to watch as the spirit faun walked toward the pantry. "Maybe some toast and nut butter spread?" She offered, mentally.patting herself.on the back. A nice big meal and he'd be ready to move on in a heart beat. Movements a little tentative, she wandered over to the large stove and fiddled with the nozzles there. "I not find of mushrooms myself." She mumbled, eyes straying from the spirit to gaze down at the cookware. "But I'd rather know how to use them than suffer endlessly from their annoying presence in my life." She sighed, not realizing she had said the last part outloud.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 6:19 pm
He returned in kind without his head ever looking away from what he was doing, "I don't think nuts would pair well with this - some toast could be nice for added texture, but we need to take care not to overeat before the dinner meal." That wouldn't be kind to the other chefs working so hard to feed them each day.
That said, it seemed they'd gotten quite more morels that he'd remembered.
They could try out something interesting with this.
Grabbing about a pound of them and placing them in a small basket, he reached over to take hold of a bottle of Koehaira white wine, some vegetable oil, Kurt's Ranch salt, some ramps, and some chicken stock left over from lunch. Ever since the Apple Ranch had begun importing goods from around the Isle, the kitchen had been blessed with the ability to cook so many more nuanced things. He was returning towards her with his larger-than-expected haul when he overheard her mumblings and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure why they would make you suffer... but I was planning on a morel soup. Should I put this up?" DaemonGabrielle recipe for reference: https://foragerchef.com/boyds-100-dollar-morel-soup/
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2021 5:09 pm
Karaboo spun around with a nervous laugh
"NO!" she said firmly. "I mean, um, it's fine. I'm...well, I'm down to try something new." She stated, the end more confident than the beginning.
Turning toward the pantry, she glanced at him with her head while grabbing some bread. "So. Erm. How did you come the enjoyment of the...um...kitchen?" She asked softly.
Bread in hand, she went to the side and began slicing it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2021 3:37 pm
Sven decidedly frowned at her firm denial before quite obviously raising a brow and choosing to ignore whatever issue it was she was dealing with. Not his problem. He was just here to help her make some morel soup, and then he'd go on with his life - easy as that.
He was getting the firewood set to begin heating water as she addressed him and continued to fan the flames as he responded back in a rather monotone voice, "Cooking has a certain order to it that I like, and it has definitives to improve upon. That said, there's also a lot you can learn endlessly. I like that sort of structured growth." Content with the flame, he set a pot of water atop it and moved instead to clean the mushrooms. "What do you do when you're not making a mess in the kitchen?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2021 12:48 pm
What did she do when she wasn't sneaking around for a midnight snack? She paused mid slice and scrunched her face in thought.
Not much of anything, really. "I...Don't know, honestly."
She mostly hid away in her room, avoiding people cause of her fear of her powers. Shaking her head, she resumed slicing bread, only to see that the bread seemed to have gotten of a hint of mold where her fingers touched it.
Silently swearing, she tried to figure out where to put the moldy bread.
"Ummm. This batch of bread is molded. Is there another?" She asked, trying to keep her panic down.
Panic makes the mold grow faster. Breath in and out. Keep calm. she told herself.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2021 5:41 pm
The rhythmic sounds of the knife could be lightly heard as their conversation continued and he transitioned from cleaning to cutting. "That's a shame - nothing is worse than doing nothing." It wasn't just his upbringing, faun culture, or any natural workaholic nature he may have been exposed to - he just figured that not having something to do meant one didn't have anything necessarily to be proud of, and that was just... sad. "There must be something you'd like to do. With some honest effort, I find that most aspirations are possible here."
He didn't even look up at her bread assessment. "Just cut the mold out and the rest should be edible, if a touch less aesthetic. No use wasting food. There should be a compost bin somewhere you can toss it in."
There was hardly a pause in his motions as he finished cutting the morels and moved to start adding items to the soon-to-be simmering pot. "Back on the previous matter, if you find that nothing here suits you, simply create something new from what you're suited for. Maybe your Tree-granted ability is useful? Mine is..." he paused, visibly grimacing, "...decidedly less so."
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2021 1:21 pm
She took a deep breath, visibly relaxed from his lack of caring towards the mold. If he didnt care, then she shouldnt either. At least that's what she told herself. A few deep breaths later, 5 seconds in, 5 seconds out, she felt calmer. And with her newfound calmness, her powers had calmed as well. Now she could focus on what was being said.
Her movements less sure than his, she cut the mold out of the bread and began to look for the compost bin.
What had he said about powers. Oh right. Tree given gifts. And apparently he didnt like his. She knew that feeling more than most.
Not one to be bothersome, but still curious, she peeked at him from under the cabinent where she had found the compost bin.
"Your's isnt too your liking either?"she asked, a little hopeful. Maybe she wasnt the only one encumbered by her powers instead of enlightened and empowered.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2021 2:59 pm
"My tail glows. That's it. Entirely useless." He retorted to her questioning in short, matter-of-fact quips. It should have been obvious that he didn't particularly want to talk about the subject further as he finished adding the ingredients to the pot.
Placing a lit on it, he rolled his neck and stretched his arms a bit. "Not we wait for it to simmer long enough - let's get to cleaning up in the meantime." He promptly moved to do so after stating this, bringing his dirtied knives and whatnot to the cleaning basin.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2021 5:11 pm
Karaboo shrank a little from dissapointment. Well, that was nearly as bad as hers. She wondered what he'd say if she told him.about hers. Then quickly threw that idea to the side with grimace. Yeah, she'd go to the grave before discussing her constant spore problem.
Shrugging, she closed the recycle bin and stood, pushing the door shut with her hip and helping Sven gather and clean.
"It could be a lot worse though." She offered quietly, not wanting to upset him further. "At least it doesn't affect the world around you. There was a faunness once that made the very air around her grow a chill." She paused in wiping the counter. "You really should be grateful it's not worse." She argued, avrubbing the counter with a new vigor and blush to her cheeks because of her boldness.
She wasn't one to normally get onto people, but she didnt like the idea that he hated such a normal power. She would give her horns for that kinda gift. Instead of the one she got.
Once done scrubbing the counter, she went to the sink and offered to do the dishes.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2021 11:52 am
Sven looked over at the sulking faunness with a clearly exhasparated look of his own, one eyebrow raises, as she chided him for his opinion. He didn't even know her, why was she suddenly acting like a guardian would. "I'm not a fan of that way of thinking - 'Oh you should be happy with what you have because others have it so much worse" he frowned. "I don't usually swear, but ******** all of that. I'm not in some competition where I have to outdo everyfaun to justify that my power is useless. I'd rather not pretend to like my lot just because others have it subjectively worse. Too much stress for something out of my control."
He passed her a plate as she gestured that she'd handle the dishes, and finalized his thoughts. "I don't have the worst power, but that doesn't mean it isn't useless and that I have to like it. Or that I have to use it. What would that make me, a glorified firefly? No thanks."
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2021 3:07 pm
Chastising the fauny for her attitude had the affect intended. Kara-boo blushed in embarrasment and nearly lost a plate as she tried to fight the urge to hide. Which was at odds to her speaking out only a moment ago. But where she had felt righteous in her own pain, now she only felt guilt.
He was right. She had no place to tell other fauns to accept their lot when she herself hadn't accepted her own power. If he felt unjustly punished by what he considered a lame power, then it was his right. Not hers.
The only thing she could do was finish the dishes up in silence as she worked to control her sudden fear at his justly, yet frightening to her, outburst.
She didn't know how to deal with an angry ghost . So she completed her task and turned to rest her back against the edge of the counter.
"Your right." She said, barely above a whisper. "I apologize for assuming too much." She gave a cough to attempt to cover the coward in her voice, and pointed at the stove. "How long until the soup is done?" She said, this time with more conviction.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2021 1:31 pm
Sven wasn't particularly angry - just surprisingly passionate about this particular topic. Guess every member of his family had their own quirks after all.
After passing off the plates, he picked up a spoon and stirred the pot of cooking morels. "Hmm... should be soon." His tone made it obvious he had already moved on from his little rant from earlier. "Could you get a pair of bowls and plate the bread?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2021 10:34 am
Kara nodded and went abput doing what he asked. The bowls retrieved, tho she had to stretch a bit to reach them. The bread was plated. She simply tore off the spots where her powers had placed mold. Again. And set them on the island.
"W-what are your dream powers?" She asked. Her voice was cowering in the beginning but grew stronger as she spoke.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2021 11:09 am
"Thank you," he responded as she handed the bowls without looking her way - he was fully attentive to the soup at this point. If he looked away for even a moment, who knew if it would transition from perfect to overcooked if he wasn't.
Just a little bit longer...
There! He removed the soup from the heat and quickly began ladling them into the nearby bowls, his movements trained and precise. There was just enough broth for the two of them. He set the pot on a different surface to cool, blew out the fire, and then brought the bowls over to the bread. He set one in front of her, then himself, before realizing they needed spoons and, after retrieving them, doing the same. "Enjoy." He paused for her to try before trying a bit himself, rather pleased with how it turned out despite it being an impulse combination. He could probably fine tune it later if he wanted to present it as a dish for an actual meal.
"Oh yeah, were you saying something?" He'd been so focused on the cooking he'd turned out her question.
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