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 Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 7:35 pm
Melvin stood in one of the side kitchens, several bowls all lined up exactly with everything premeasured. Flour. Butter - softened. Sugar. And a mess of other ingredients. That was about as far as he had gotten, and was now slowly reading the process on how to make pie crust. That didn't even start on the separate process that involved the filling.
Pies were hard.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 11:51 am
Al had several empty baking tins, still encrusted with the crumbs of recently consumed goods, stacked in his arms as he tip toed into one of the kitchens. Intending to stash them amid whatever already dirtied dishes there may be to get cleaned by hands that were decidedly not his own. He found Melvin to be occupying the kitchen - perfect. Mr. Clean freak won't be able to resist the dirty dishes...
Al tried to sneak past him while he seemed occupied by a bunch of bowls.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 9:39 am
Melvin turned his head just so, glancing at Al as he came walking in with a bunch of dishes. "Cleaning?" He said, half paying attention as he looked at the counter, made sure it was very clean and then took off his own gloves to wash his hands again. Then drying them with some paper towels, he looked at his hands, then at the bowl of premeasured flour, and sighed. Making crust meant making dough, which meant making a mess with flour and eggs.
He didn't like the idea at all. Opening a bottom drawer, he pulled out some latex gloves, put them on, and then winced as he poured the bowl of flour on the counter. Okay, step one of a million done.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2015 6:25 pm
s**t, red handed. "Erm... uh... no?" he lied as he waited for Melvin to pass by to dump all the dirty pans and dishes at once into the sink in a messy haphazard pile. No sense being quiet. "Just dropping these off for someone," he pretended to dust off his hands. Hard work was done and he made to pass Melvin again. "Baking some sort of pie or tart?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2015 6:50 pm
Melvin watched him dump the dishes. "You should tell whoever made you bring the dishes to bring them and CLEAN them themselves. This is a shared space." He lectured before he looked to the counter, a mountain of flour waiting.
Melvin brought a bowl where a few eggs rested, uncracked. "Yes. A apple pie. I'm......working on it." He slowly picked up a egg and regarded it. Which way was the cleanest way to crack an egg?
He gently tapped it on the bowl rim.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2015 6:59 pm
"Yeah, I'll be sure to tell um when I get ba-" He stopped in his tracks as he was about to leave right back out the door he came in from and about faced to look at Melvin. "Apple?" Melvin had his rapt attention... even if it was spent making horrified faces at how he was about to ruin all of his eggs.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 3:55 pm
"That is the idea at least." He said, turning the egg over to see it was slightly cracked. Leaning over, he lightly tapped it again and then once more. The crack was bigger and a little bit of white dribbled down, but it was not yet fully cracked.
Wondering what he could do with that egg, he looked around and then held it over the flour pile, hoping the rest of the egg would just - drip out in time.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 4:45 pm
"Jesus ******** man, " Al scolded as he bodily nudged Melvin out of the way and took his egg and held his hand under it. "Are you trying to ******** get shells in there or what?" He dumped the egg in the nearest bin and grabbed a fresh egg from the bowl Melvin had put just the eggs in. "How many does your recipe call for?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 5:25 pm
Melvin nearly fell over with his egg when he was body nudged away, and looking at Al, he watched him take his spot. "I wouldn't leave shell in there. I would spoon it out." That was what any logical person should do, right?
He watched at Al took over his bowl of eggs before slowly answering. "Two egg yolks. They said separate and keep whites but..I have plenty of eggs." He hadn't felt it was that damaging to just use two whole eggs instead in the pie crust.
"Did you wash your hands after handling those dishes?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 5:35 pm
"There was no way you were going to get two eggs separated by doing that," his hand was poised to set to work until the issue of his hands came up. He sat the egg back down with an exaggerated sigh. "No ma, I was in such a hurry to prevent the assassination of a bunch of innocent eggs. Here, I'll go do that right now. Just get me a ******** container to let the whites drop into and move the trash can over for shells."
He turned the faucet on, and carefully moving around the pans washed his hands rather thoroughly with his game face on. After a quick pat with a towel he returned, his hands held up like a surgeon waiting for his gloves to be applied. "Better?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 5:57 pm
"You can't assassinate a non-living things. When eggs get to market, they are no longer living." He stated matter-of-factly as he opened the cabinet and took out another bowl, moving past Al as he washed his hands to then wash the bowl.
The now washed bowl was set down next to him. "Much better. Do - you know what you are doing?" It was one thing for Melvin to attempt a pie, but it was another to let someone worse then him try.
"I thought you were going to tell your friend to wash their dishes. I'm sure I can handle all of this."
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 6:04 pm
"Almost all things are living or made up of living things," he stated matter of factly. He didn't bother responding to either of Melvin's inquiries, simply set right to work, deftly cracking the first egg and then spooning the egg back and forth from one shell to the other to dump the whites in the new dish and the yolks in with the presumably pre-measured flour and dropped the shells in the bin. He did the second egg just as swiftly and the deed had been done cleanly and in seconds.
"Soooo... what's the next step in the recipe?" He eyed Melvin with a slight smirk playing on his lips.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 6:58 pm
Melvin watched as Al used the shells and juggled the yolks back and forth until the whites fell off into the bowl. It was a trick that, now that he was seeing it, brought back memories of his mother. A sharp pain jabbed his chest.
Upon asking, he found Al still wanted to continue. While this was his project, a repayment to Tyam for giving him information, at least the messy part could be outsourced to the willing Sun. As long as Melvin was still involved, Al could serve as a glorified whisk for the sake of getting the recipe moving along.
Picking up a bowl of mixed dry ingredients and another with softened butter, he held them both out for Al. "These two into that mix and then kneading it until....well, until its dough. Have you made pies before?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 4:05 am
"Have I made pies before," Al scoffed as he set to work thoroughly and efficiently stirring everything together until it became a consistent colour and texture. Only then did he throw down flour on the table and look to Melvin expectantly. "What kind of crust?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 6:05 pm
Melvin just stared back at Al before slowly hunching his shoulders. "Pi...Pie ...type?" It was a good idea someone in this kitchen had made a pie before.
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