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 Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 11:14 am
Bianne was displeased.
Staring down the length of her considerable nose, across her bosom, and onto the sweaty forehead of one unfortunate kitchen drudge, the giant woman looked as if she were about to strike the erring woman. As it stood, if looks could kill, said drudge would be six and a half feet under and still feeling the weight of this particular Assistant Cook's displeasure.
"You were not assigned to sweep by the overnight hearth, you were assigned to sweep the ashes out of the empty hearths so they will be ready for the morning women. Now tell me, even IF I conceded that a mistake could be made and you were sweeping next to the overnight hearth, WHEN do we EVER put ASHES in SOUPS!!!!" As she neared the end of her sentence, her voice kicked up a few octaves to become a shrill banshee whistle. Faranth help the drudge if she tried to cover her ears!
"WELL?!!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 7:56 am
Well, Mirelle had walked in on....what sounded like a horrible disaster. She had come in early (or was it late? At this hour of the night, she had no idea) to do some advance work. With the new Weyr that had opened up, many of the attacks on her kitchens had lessened, and instead of having to worry about ruined food, she simply had to worry about continuing to produce large quantities of it in an effort to keep her Weyrfolk fed.
So much for getting sweetroll dough made in peace.
Setting her roll of knives down on one of the low stone counters, she put her hands on her hips and watched as Bianne tore into the drudge. She was...perhaps a bit harsher than Mirelle might have been, but she wasn't holding a cleaver. Which was a step up from Mirelle's normal menacing. And any drudge who dumped ash in soup didn't deserve to be rescued. This was going to put a major damper on her work for the actual morning, and hopefully they would be recovered enough by lunch that there would be enough to feed the Weyr.
If not, this drudge was in for another thorough tongue-lashing when Mirelle found her later in the afternoon. That was just unacceptable. After a moment, she shook her head and went about gathering bowls and the earthenware jars that held her dry ingredients, her typical scowl already setting itself on her face. When the enormous assistant cook's torrent of anger had wound down a bit, she gave a dry chuckle that contained no humour at all.
"Overcrowding until the Weyr is bursting, and all the kitchen help comes in empty-headed and clumsy-handed. Dim as wherries, all of them."
It was going to be a long shift.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 6:14 pm
Concluding her tirade with a firm push in the general direction of the empty morning hearths, Bianne kept her hawkish eyes trained on the fool woman until she reached the first along the line and bent to her task. Satisfied, for the moment, the giant cook turned back to the spoiled soup and was tisking to herself disapprovingly when a dry chuckle interrupted.
Looking over at the speaker, Bianne nodded curtly in agreement.
"Aye, though you'd be disgracing wherries to compare a complete disgrace like that" and she paused to jerk a thumb in the drudge's general direction, "to something that has been living all it it's own just fine without help." Not that Bianne actually had a great deal of respect for wherries, but at the moment anyone who would ruin perfectly good soup out of sheer stupidity was mighty low on the intelligence scale.
"Not looking forward to remaking this batch, but remake it I must lest some hungry rider comes and starts lips a'flapping that Miss Bianne can't run a kitchen." She grumbled, swinging the big pot out and off of the fire. Shame, it had just gotten hot too...
"Can't say I know your face. You work days?" She finally asked, looking over at the other woman she had been grumbling at. The metal on the rim would cool soon, and she'd be able to hoist it herself right off and out to the back for the spit canines.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 8:14 am
"I am," she answered Bianne's question, measuring flour into the largest of her several bowls and and not bothering to look up for the time-being. "Came in early to make progress on the rolls so I don't have drudges forgetting the difference between salt and sugar and ruining batches while I'm working on the rest of morning meal. Looks like this isn't going to be a priority, though." Her scowl, already pretty sharding black, just grew blacker.
"Going to want help remaking that?" she asked, nodding to the kettle Bianne had just swung out of the fire. Generally, that whole 'working together' thing was something cooks and bakercrafters DID...although Mirelle was the sort who would often take exception to an offer for help. Though admittedly, most of those offers for help didn't come immediately after a drudge dumped ashes into a kettle of soup.
"Keeping the riders quiet as possible's generally best. All those sharding complaints making the kitchens look bad...do you know, I've a Healer coming in to cook while I'm not on shift? Cooking behind my back because he doesn't appreciate the food quality! As if he could do any better!" She mimed spitting and shook her head. She would catch that sharding Healer in the act and throw him out of the kitchens if it was the last thing she did.
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