Well, the stove is right next to the sink, which is going to be a pain in the ass for proper mise en place, you know? Prep work really needs a great deal of counterspace and they've set it up all wrong.
But I'm not going to go easy on you. Exactly the same rules as when my Aunt taught me: no whining, no crying, no cheating with magic, and no asking Lup to save you.
So you should know the basic rules of cooking. Um, what did she say . . . Fuck, this was like, two centuries ago— [Pausing.] Um. One century ago.
Hm. Always use a sharp knife. Fat is good. Add too much salt to the pasta water, then add more. Hard herbs go in first, soft herbs go in last. Learn the recipe, then throw it away. Rules are for suckers. Cook your favorite things forever.
Pfft-- Wow. Cheesy.
Anyway, my only important rule is that I'm the boss and I'm always right.
[She wishes she had something to write this down with. Alas, she does not, so she's just going to have to try her best to commit this to memory, so she repeats after him under her breath.
[ONWARD. she goes rummaging through the kitchen and produces the ingredients he asks for! she doesn't know exactly where it is, so it's a little slower than it would be done by someone who was already familiar with the place, but it's probably fine.]
You did it! You picked up three things. Great, so, oven at 425. You always wanna preheat, because otherwise you're sitting on your ass for half an hour waiting for it to be right.
Are you making bricks? Do you want fires? Because that's how you get fires. You get a dry, overdone chicken and you fail my class immediately, and I'll never speak to you again - that's, that's the punishment.
425 is plenty high, slow and steady for thick meats. This whole "cook faster" thing is such a disease - good things don't come quick.
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fishingforcompliments) wrote2020-06-07 10:24 am
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I can wait a minute, if you would like to complain about it!
[Better than giving kidnappers credit, anyway.]
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Well, the stove is right next to the sink, which is going to be a pain in the ass for proper mise en place, you know? Prep work really needs a great deal of counterspace and they've set it up all wrong.
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Ah, you are right... I had not even noticed that. You truly do have the eyes of a chef.
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[That wasn't a compliment.]
So, you mentioned cooking lessons?
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Your ex does not know what they are talking about. They are nothing like the eyes of a shark.
[Anyway.]
Oh! Yes! If you would not mind, I would greatly appreciate it...
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[Wow! Wow.]
But I'm not going to go easy on you. Exactly the same rules as when my Aunt taught me: no whining, no crying, no cheating with magic, and no asking Lup to save you.
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She nods, her expression determined.]
Very well, Chef Taako! I understand your terms, and I shall do my best. What should we begin with?
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Hm. Always use a sharp knife. Fat is good. Add too much salt to the pasta water, then add more. Hard herbs go in first, soft herbs go in last. Learn the recipe, then throw it away. Rules are for suckers. Cook your favorite things forever.
Pfft-- Wow. Cheesy.
Anyway, my only important rule is that I'm the boss and I'm always right.
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When he finishes speaking, she echoes after him:]
...Chef Taako is the boss and he is always right!
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[He. He just loves compliments, even when he demands them.]
Weeeeeeee- [He does a little drumroll.] Are gonna roast a chicken! I've been craving it. So many of them around . . .
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[That does sound delicious. Her stomach growls as she thinks about it.]
I have not had that in quite a while... do they have whole chickens in the pantry?
[They can't possibly cook one of the chickens with the hats, can they?]
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There are a bunch of them . . . do you think they'd notice if one was gone?
[But, fine, looking in the fridge. it's a magic fridge, so, yeah, there's a chicken. Taking it and plonking it on the counter.]
You know what a cast iron pan looks like?
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[Are they? She's not sure. They might be. But there's a chicken in the fridge, so that will do.]
Ah - I know what pans look like, but I have not heard of that specific type.
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Good for self-defense too, if you're into that sorta thing.
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[is there a story here...]
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[Setting it down on the counter.]
Okay, we need lemon, garlic, butter and salt.
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[ONWARD. she goes rummaging through the kitchen and produces the ingredients he asks for! she doesn't know exactly where it is, so it's a little slower than it would be done by someone who was already familiar with the place, but it's probably fine.]
Here you are, Chef Taako!
IM COMING BACK TO THIS cause it was cute
THAT'S FAIR
[she looks at the oven... hmm.]
But, if we turn it up higher, it will cook faster, will it not?
[this is how the shit flayn cooks gets burnt.]
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425 is plenty high, slow and steady for thick meats. This whole "cook faster" thing is such a disease - good things don't come quick.
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If you do not have something like this... [she gestures at the oven] ...which has the numbers, how do you tell? We have no such devices in Fódlan.