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 Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 5:52 pm
The trip to the store had come and gone, and suddenly Kat was in her apartment with Mags, and a waffle batter had been made. It was so much thinner than the slop that she had seen go into the ‘waffle makers’ at the restaurant, and she dunked a spoon in it, holding it up to the curly haired blonde.
“I do hope you enjoy. These are the waffles I know. Please taste the batter. It looks much nicer than the stuff you were eating.”
She didn’t mean to be rude…she really didn’t, but waffle batter shouldn’t be the consistency of clotted cream, it really shouldn’t. Plus she had to kill at least a few minutes as the waffle iron heated up. Ekaterina pressed the spoon firmly into Mags’ hand and turned to the great iron contraption, lifting the lid and spritzing it with some clarified butter. Butter just made things taste better, and she had ditched cooking oil the moment she had learned of clarified butter.
“The waffle iron is nearly ready. Help me make the cream?” It wasn’t really a request, but still she turned to the girl and raised a brow, waiting for answers.
This was more than she had talked to people other than her family in quite some time. It was starting to grow tiresome.Ghouliboo I love these two so much.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 2:13 pm
Mags was not bashful when it came to accepting things. Presents. Food. Terrible grades. More food. So when a spoon was shoved into her hand, she didn't accept it graciously. She didn't protest, didn't shy away from the opportunity. No, she grabbed the spoon and stuck it directly in her mouth. Batter was never something she paid much attention to. Sure, she'd figured it out, easy enough. Eggs, flower, vanilla, veggie oil... then again, it was also an easy shortcut to buy the stuff in the blue box at the grocery store. But this gal, she definitely seemed really focused on making the perfect batter and Mags had to give credit where credit was due. It was sweet - definitely scrumptious - and if it wasn't for the fact that the girl kept the bowl close by, she might have taken the spoon back to it for a second opinion. So instead, she continued to happily suck on the utensil of any remaining morsel. And then, more instructions. Cream? Like, whipped cream? "Don't ya just...use the can stuff?" Her hand moved out, gesturing a spray can and pausing for a moment to make the sound effects one might expect from a terribly southern sounding whipped cream can. "Y'know. Fshhhhhhhhhhhhhh?" Clearly Foreign Fannie here had a VERY different style of cooking than she did! Orangeish Sherbert Kat, what did you let into your home?
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 5:41 pm
The raised brows were in very real danger of disappearing behind her overly long bangs and for a moment, Ekaterina looked disgusted. Utterly disgusted. “The…can stuff?” Her voice was soft, and the eyebrows fell back to a manageable spot on her face, then furrowed in confusion and almost pity. “Fshhhhhh? I do not understand your fshhhhh. I do not eat from the can. I make it. Like it should be made.”
She turned her back to Mags again, walking to the refrigerator and pulling out a metal bowl she had put in there at the start of this, making sure it was nice and cold, before setting it on the counter. Perhaps this fshhhhhh girl could not be trusted to help prepare the cream after all. Perhaps she was nothing more than a fixture to watch her. To watch her and to devour the result that followed.
Oh well.
Carefully, Kat poured a carton of heavy cream into the bowl and added a half of a cup of confectioners sugar, and a teaspoon of vanilla extract, before whipping it with her hand mixer, eyes flicking from the bowl of cream to the blonde girl behind her every few seconds.
When the thick, rich cream had been transformed into a stiff mound of fluffy perfection, she drew out another spoon and filled it with the cream, handing it to Mags. “Here. Much better than your fshhhh.”
The iron was finally hot and she put the bowl of cream down, ladling a small bit of the batter onto the hot piece of metal, giving the smallest smile at the sizzle that resulted.
These would be perfect.Ghouliboo This is making me hungry. I wish I cooked =l
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 7:23 pm
There weren't many times in Mags' life where she felt like she was wrong. Most of the time, she'd fight 'n bite, cuss 'n spit until she'd defended her beliefs with tooth and nail. But this... this... As the second spoon entered her mouth, it was as though an angel had spoon-fed a cloud straight from Heaven into her unworthy lips. The sweetness, the light, airy texture - this was most definitely not the canned stuff and Mags wasn't entirely sure she could go back to her normal, everyday bargain brand stuff now that she'd tasted Heaven. The spoon dangled from her mouth, the tall girl idly sucking on it like a lollipop as she watched the master at work. She'd played with waffle irons before, but never with all this hoity–toity fancy homemade mixtures. The smell was nearly as good as the taste in her mouth - and this was how the foreigners did waffles? Why didn't any of these fellas come over and teach the Americans good and proper-like? Her stomach growled, signaling her already pending approval of the meal to come. While Mags wouldn't be the selfish type, she surely hoped there was enough batter for a decent, country gal sized meal. Pulling the spoon out with a wet thwwwwwwk sound, she stepped forward and curiously watched over the girl's shoulder. "How many ya thinkin' of makin'?" Orangeish Sherbert One day I will tell u the story about how I burned Easy Mac and set the microwave on fire doing so
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 7:36 pm
“Well,” Kat glanced at the clock that was attached to the old range in her kitchen. “They each take three minutes to cook, no more and no less, we do not want them undercooked, and we do not want them burned, so each must be made with love, and while the next is cooking, we can set the last one up. I am thinking perhaps half of a dozen? Three each should be enough. That is how much cream I have made as well.”
She fell silent, giving Mags a look that clearly said that if she wanted more than three, she could eat her disgusting American waffles to satisfy her endless stomach.
“Higher quality food does not need to be consumed in such great quantities. These are very delicious and should be eaten sparingly.” As soon as the clock rounded past the third minute, Ekaterina opened up the waffle iron, revealing a thin, golden brown piece of wonder that looked good enough to eat…and they would eat. Soon.
Placing a small spatula under the thin waffle, she eased it out of the hot iron and set it on a plate, turning away for a moment and ladling the next batch of batter into the iron and closing it a moment later.
“Now we roll it, you see?” She carefully rolled the scalding piece of cooked dough into a hollow log shape and looked at Mags, waiting to see her reaction.
“Much better than your waffles. You will see.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 10:38 pm
Hearing the girl utter the phrase "made with love" seemed contradictory with the almost cold way she addressed things. Maybe it was her French way of doing things. She was French, right? British folks talked like she did, only a bit funnier. Where was this girl from? She fell silent as the girl quickly chided her about being a waffle glutton. It was hard, trying to eat things slowly - especially if they were extra delicious. Savoring was nice, but her stomach tended to show its appreciation by continuing to be the black hole it'd always been since she was a kid. In a show of child-like defiance, she swiped one finger into the cream bowl as the other girl turned to retrieve the finished waffle. Licking her finger, she smiled smugly. Eager eyes turned terrified, however, as she watched the girl remove the waffle from the iron to cool, only to turn around the next moment and start rolling it like Uncle Roy used to roll his tobacco in the grimy rolling paper he used. "Wait!" Her hand grabbed hold of the other girl's hand, though it was too late for the poor waffle. Or waffle cone? This wasn't an ice cream making lesson, this was supposed to be waffles, right? So why...why was she twisting them around? What about their beautiful circle shape? Or even square shape? Did she really just roll the waffle??? " WHAT ARE YOU DOING????"
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 2:16 pm
Up went the eyebrows again and Kat looked a mixture of confused and slightly annoyed at Mag’s reaction and shook her head. “This is how to make waffles. How to make my waffles. Do not be so dramatic.” She reached over, taking the bowl of whipped cream and putting it on the other side of the counter, away from the greedy American. “You wanted real waffles, so you will trust me as I make my waffles.”
She drew the newest one out of the iron and rolled it, just as she had done with the first. Four more times she repeated the process, and finally when all of the waffles were finished cooking and finished being rolled, Ekaterina took a large spoon and began filling them with the rich, cold cream, getting it all inside.
The first three were placed onto a plate and after sprinkling a little confectioners sugar overtop of them, she held the plate, and a fork over to Mags, watching her.
“Eat.”
Her voice was firm, just as Mags had been in the restaurant. She was determined to teach this girl how to eat real, good food.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 5:41 pm
Fair was fair. She had forced her American waffles onto her new friend, so it was only sensible - it was only right - to have the foreign version of the Best Food in the World forced upon her. So on behalf of her country and her newly found friendship, she took her fork, haphazardly sawed off the end of the Twisted Waffle Stick and stabbed it thoroughly. Ensuring a proper swirl in the fluffy, delicious cream, she planted the fragment in her mouth and gave one......long.....chew. Her face still spoke of the hesitation she was feeling, though the breakthrough slowly made its way across her expression. Despite it's oddly shaped presentation, it was indeed a wonderful, magnificent version of the Best Food in the World. "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Her mouth hung open, exposing the half-chewed waffle as she let out a happy wail. Thankfully for her friend's (and any neighbors') ears, her gaping orifice closed, eager to finish the bite in her mouth. And then another. And another. Soon enough, she was down two waffles and was starting on her third. These were amazing.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 7:58 pm
Ekaterina was watching Mags eat the waffles, and as she finally started to seem like she was enjoying the waffles, a smile began to grow on her own face. “There. Now you see. This is the waffles that I grew up with. This is the waffles of my home. Of Russia.” Well. The waffles of the place she wished was still her home. She would give anything to go back…she had never wanted to move here in the first place…
She watched as Mags inhaled two of the three waffles she had given her, and with a shake of her head and a tiny sigh, she slid two of her own three onto Mag’s plate.
“Here. You are enjoying them. I am very glad.”
Kat took a bite of her last waffle and closed her eyes as she slowly chewed. This was it. This was home…this was absolute perfection.
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