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 Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 8:50 am
An old book was propped up on the counter beside the stove top. It had arrived with the post this afternoon - an old cookbook Danny's mom had sent him after receiving his letter home about being a Gym Assistant and now a cook. While he'd been a helpful cook at home, without a book he couldn't do anything interesting. He could never seem to memorize a recipe.
He'd started simple, how hard could a casserole be? It was mostly random ingredients which, so long as they were fresh, tasted good. "Some rice, carrots, brocolli..." he lifted the pot on some chicken that was boiling and took a sniff. Not done yet. When it smelled closer he'd start poking some to check for pinkness.
The over was pre-heating, so far nothing had been burned, he still needed to shred some cheese for topping, but all in all it was under control and Danny thought it would be a tasty meal.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 12:41 pm
There were feet sticking up over the back of the couch. Stitch ducked behind a potted plant and glared at them. Those toes would be his. OH my god they waggled! The little Linoone lunged forward and chittered excitedly before dashing to his next hiding place.
There was a book opened and lain across Penelope's face. She groaned.
"Reading is hard, Stitch. Stitch?" She lifted the book off her face just in time for Stitch's needle sharp teeth to dig into her left big toe.
"YEEEOOOW!" She flailed and managed to knock herself off the couch. Stitch lowered his ears. He was in trouble now...
"STITCH!" He sulked around to the front of the couch where his trainer sat holding her toe. "OW Stitch. OW." She glared and gave her friend a little whap on the nose. He grabbed his nose and started wiggling around before he suddenly stopped and stared in the direction of the kitchen. He took off.
"Wha- Stitch! Come back! Where are you going?!" Penelope pushed herself to her feet and wobbled off after the little badger-weasel.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 10:26 am
"Ouch!" A shout from the living room startled Danny and his hand slipped while chopping the broccoli. He jumped back from the counter, afraid he'd get blood everywhere, but then noticed it wasn't that deep a cut anyway. It smarted a bit, but mostly because his hand was covered in various food residue. "A quick band-aid ought to be enough for this." He ran his hands under some warm water and then opened the cabinet where he'd moved some of the first aid items. Pretty much everything had been in the bathroom before, but it was important to keep a few things on hand in the kitchen as well.
As he finished applying the band-aid, he could hear the clatter of claws and the patter of feet coming from the living room. Oh, no. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he really hoped it didn't spill over into the kitchen.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 12:21 pm
Stitch reached the kitchen and attempted to come to a halt, but linoleum floors are notorious for being bad for paws to stop on. Suddenly the Linoone was out of control and slid into the kitchen counter.
"Noooon..."
Penelope followed not far behind, but was far more successful at stopping. She grinned a Stitch, then looked up and grinned at Danny.
"Hey! What's cookin'?"
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:18 pm
"Stitch!" It wasn't an angry shout, only a startled one. In a calmer voice, he asked, "Are you OK?"
He looked at Penelope. Maybe they'd been playing a game of chase or something. He grinned back, "Chicken Casserole! It's one of my mom's recipes." He was really excited about the dish and hoped it turned out well.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 2:49 pm
A disgruntled head-shake later, and stitch was on his feet and begging for nummy chicken, attempting to be as cute as he could be.
"Ooo... I like food. When is it done?" She glanced at Stitch. Chicken was the magic word. Lets just hope he didn't decide to steal all of it.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:37 pm
Puppy eyes, or pogey eyes actually, were not effective on Danny in the kitchen but he was known to pass down a bite or two at the dinner table. "You can wait until it's done," he said good-naturedly to Stitch.
"Well," he said to Penelope while lifting the lid to the boiling chicken. "Should be half an hour." He picked up a large serving fork and speared a piece of chicken, twisting the knife split the breast enough to see some of the inner flesh. It was pale, but no longer pink. "Yup, it'll all go into that dish and into the oven to let the flavors mix."
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 9:22 pm
"Oh. That's a long time... I'm hungry now."
Stitch nodded and decided he'd try to sneak some chicken while this evil man was distracted. He pressed himself against the floor and tried his best to slink off to an un-noticed corner.
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