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 Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 9:04 pm
She was a little hesitant but figured it couldn't really hurt. After all her father was telling her she should try more things. Behind her mother's back of course.
"Sure, why not? Worse comes to worse I won't like it."
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 9:23 pm
Azzo shrugged seemingly pondering this option, "If you don't like it I'll eat it." He said after a second without hesitation, "What do you want in it?" He asked before glancing over to the drawer which he pulled a spatula from.
He motioned over to all the stuff on the cabinet that he'd chopped, the shredded cheese still in it's bag. He could lightly add some of that if she wanted it, since he was pretty sure she'd said greasy food made her sick or maybe that was someone else...
He didn't want to make her sick after he'd just promised her father he'd protect her. "So..." He said thoughtfully at the thought of her father crossing his mind. "What'd he say?" Azzo asked curiously while making sure the temps were where they were suppose to be. He'd actually grabbed a small whisk when he got the spatula, so he could mix the egg white in the with the yellow.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 10:00 pm
Some cheese and ham would be fine, honestly. Nothing more. Just a hint of flavor and she'd be good. She made sure to tell him.
"Hm? Oh, papa was just teasing me about being over at a boy's house alone. And threatening to tell momma on me just to hear me whine. He's an odd one."
Shrugging she watched him as he cooked, rather fascinated at it and wishing her mother would teach her how. She'd ask her dad but her mom was usually around so that idea was a no go. Hmm, maybe if she could visit Monroe over the summer...
"Oh, so when I first handed you the phone what was the odd look for? You looked confused."
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 10:07 pm
Azzo honestly was just winging it, going with what was giving and making the best of a situation. He nodded after she told him she wanted ham and cheese, for a second he thought she was dodging the question.
He tossed some chopped ham into the egg as it was cooking so it could evenly spread. At least that's how he'd watched grams do it. Get the egg on the pan and then put the rest in it. He was tending to it lightly unsure of what he was really doing. He could in no way, shape or form actually flip it like those people on TV or in the restaurants do so he wasn't even going to try it and end up with egg on the floor.
"Oh.... it was the Chinese accent... You said something about your mom cooking Vietnamese dishes, I didn't think that was in China."
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:28 am
A small laugh, so that was the source of his confusion! Oops, maybe she should have mentioned that before handing the phone to him. She forgot that not many people knew her dad was half Chinese.
"Sorry about that, really. Papa's half Chinese, half Vietnamese but was adopted by Chinese-Americans. It took him quite some time to learn English properly, so it accents his voice. Momma, on the other hand, is full blooded Vietnamese and refuses to really eat anything but traditional foods." Accept in the cases of parties and things.
"Hence the mention of Vietnamese foods. Momma does most of our cooking except on special occasions where we're allowed other foods."
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 6:44 am
After she explained it was like a light bulb went off. "Ohhhh" He said, "Well that'd explain the accent." He used the spatula to flip the omelet the best he could. It wasn't going to be prefect but it'd at least be eatable... he hoped.
He waited a little bit for it to cook so he could toss the cheese on it. "It might not be the prettiest looking thing in the world..." He said with what could've been considered a pout. When he was putting the cheese on he paused and looked at Melody after a slightly light layer of cheese, "That enough?" He asked curiously.
He was pondering over the special occasions deal, "I think this is special enough. It's not every day I'm hungry enough to try to cook something that wasn't microwaveable." He gave a grin towards Melody. "Then again nuking something isn't quite cooking is it?" He added as an after thought.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 10:53 am
A small giggle at his realization, a nod of her head following. "Yea, but not many people know that about my papa so it would stand to reason you wouldn't." Of course not many people asked.
Watching him sprinkle the cheese on, Melody gave another nod and a smile. "Yea, that looks good." Here was to hoping this wouldn't be too greasy for her poor stomach.
"Fft, I'm at a friends house and can't expect them to cater to what my mother refuses to cook anything but. "Special occasions" only count at my house, not yours." Which was true, because her mother had learned to accept that she wouldn't be eating Vietnamese foods when she stayed over at the Araya household. But Ignacio's mom did at least try to remember about her greasy food issue.
"If you asked papa, he'd say that nuking counted."
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:13 pm
Azzo chuckled, "Well then, that makes me feel better." He said as he was given the green light on the cheese. He tried to keep it light as possible so it'd cut down on the grease just in case she was the one that told him she couldn't handle it.
He flipped the omelet closed and shook his head, "Sure she can expect it. There was a movie once that said 'expect the impossible!' Who knows she might have that as a motto." He said with a grin before making sure that that the omelet looked satisfactory.
It might not have been, but hey, he tried. That's what counted. Azzo nodded over to the paper plates, "can you get one?" He asked working to scoop up the omelet with the spatula.
"Ah well if you asked Grams she said it ain't done if it ain't cooked." He shrugged, "Than again she likes her food fresh. Sometimes she likes the meat so fresh you might think it'd moo at you." He added with a shake of his head.
He had a thought, "There's some hash-brown shreds in that freezer over there. In the bottom basket, If you want we can grab those out and see how long they take to cook."
He grabbed another egg and started to work on his omelet throwing things into the mini frying, mostly veggies. Green peppers, onions, and anything else he'd copped at that point. So that they'd get a bit more done by the time he wanted to throw them into the egg.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 1:07 pm
Immediately she grabbed a plate, two really, and sat it down so he could clear the pan. Then she moved for the fridge, listening to him as he talked, and grabbed the hash browns from the freezer. Hash browns... sounded familiar, like something her cousin would eat. He probably did, now that she thought about it.
"Fresh is good sometimes though," she countered walking back over with the frozen hashed potatoes. "Though I can't imagine eating meat that fresh, too messy for me."
Which was saying something considering a lot of the foods she ate had the potential to become messy. Though perhaps not in the way of dripping blood all over the place. She shuddered.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 2:00 pm
When he placed the first omelet on the plate it looked a little browned, it wasn't burnt though. Which was a good thing. "Hopefully it's good..." He muttered softly, making things that weren't good was a bad thing. So maybe it'd just add to the taste and not ruin it. He mixed up the egg like the last time and poured it into the frying pan.
"Yeah, oh we don't eat it that fresh, that's just when it's killed, same day you buy it type thing." He explained as he worked checking every little bit the veggies included before actually tossing them into the omelet.
He looked at the hashed potatoes flipping the bag over with a temporarily free hand. Looking to see how long it took to cook. "Hum... Maybe I can fry these up too. It shouldn't stick after the egg's been on it. It'd give it a nice flavor right?" He looked at Mel unsure if he should use the same pan or dirty up another one. Granted he could wash dishes that wasn't hard, it was making the food that was his troubles.
Azzo didn't mind messy foods in the least, he even enjoyed trying to use chop sticks. Probably because of some of the puppets he'd kept. One of which he was thinking about ordering, which had an usual method of working it. "Chop sticks are always fun to try to learn to use." He said in an indifferent lets keep the converstation going so my mind doesn't wonder towards bad things way.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 7:45 pm
"My mom has a collection of chopsticks, both as hair bobs and eating practices. Her favourite set is a pair of rosewood with gold on them." A smile as she moved the plate out of his way, wondering where the forks might be.
"Hm, well it depends. What did you use to grease the pan? You might have to re-grease it when your done with the eggs." A thoughtful look before she smiled. "But the eggs should give it a nice flavor regardless. I'm sure they'll be good~"
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:00 pm
Azzo nodded, "There are some very pretty ones. I saw a pair of Jade ones once in a flea market. I was tempted to buy them but Grams didn't see a reason if I was just going to look at them." He chuckled.
He paused, "Well it's a non-stick pan..." He said like he didn't grease it but poked the cooking spray sitting on the Microwave. As he checked to see if the omelet was ready to flip.
"Oh yeah forks are in the bar drawer closest to the stairs." He said pointing at the far drawer. As he flipped the omelet over when it looked like it wasn't too runny on the down side.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:35 pm
"Well the non-stick spray should work." Because even a non-stick pan, if hot enough, could stick. Her father had lost a batch of delicious muffins that way.
"Jade ones, hm? I wonder if momma has a jade air for her hair..." Musing to herself, she followed his directions to the forks and grabbed two upon finding them. "I wonder what I'd look like with my hair done up with chopsticks."
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:45 pm
Azzo seemed to ponder the mention of Melody doing her hair up with chopsticks. He was putting a rather generous helping of cheese on his omelet, much like his grams does when she makes them. Yes... 1/3 healthy, 2/3 heart attack on a plate. He sighed, "Grams should really stop spoiling my taste buds. I get use to eating things then it's hard to cut back when you're trying to be healthy."
He said it but he made no attempt to remove the cheese instead he made sure that it was melted before tossing it on his own plate. "As far as the chopsticks. You'd probably look a lot better than me with your hair done up in them." He said in a joking fashion, it wasn't flirting to him. It was however mostly true as well. "I mean unless someone can make me look girlie enough to pass me off as pretty."
He wasn't sure that was possible though. Though it might've come off as a slight challenge to anyone that would take it. What would be worse is if Mel and Aurora both took on the task. He mused to himself if it was in character for them both do such a thing. he was slowly starting to think that might've been better off unsaid.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 12:50 pm
"So then don't eat what she gives you, or tell her you're trying to eat healthy. Surely, since she's your grandmother, she could understand that." One would like to think anyway.
At his guess on how she'd look with her hair in chopsticks, Melody had to laugh when he brought in a comparison of himself. "Well of course I'd look better then you, pup. You don't much have the hair for it."
It had nothing to do with gender, really. She'd seen some guys in fashion magazines who used a chopstick or two for their hair. Granted they were modeling clothes she doubted Azzo would wear, but still.
"And you really shouldn't give me ideas. I could call a friend of mine and ask her to help me dress you up." If Emmy was up to it. Speaking of which... Ugh! She needed to call the poor girl!
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