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Post by olesya on Nov 23, 2008 9:31:31 GMT -8
Olesya caught chef's hat thrown at her when she reached the doorway. Running the sports teams had heightened her sense of reflexes because there was always someone throwing a ball at her from some direction, so she had to stop herself from being hit in the face multiple times a day. Luckily the chef's hat was a lot less malignant and a lot more....totally awesome!
Grinning like a mad man, she proudly put it on her head, and walked into the kitchen to where Emily was standing by the fridge.
"Good." She said in regards to the chefs' night off. "There are so many hired help around here, without David around, they've become ravenous!"
Ok, so she was exaggerating, but for a girl who had never had a butler, maid, or chef (other than her mom), in her life, this whole experience was over-whelming. She looked in the fridge, picking up a pear from inside and eating it, she pondered their options.
"I really want to bake....cookies. Yes, cookies, and I'm kind of feeling like pasta tonight, something hearty. Like alfredo. Mmmm.."
She rubbed her stomach for emphasis with her free hand, her gaze leaving the fridge for the counters around them.
"Does he have any cook books? We could look through for ideas."
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Post by seishounohana on Nov 23, 2008 10:03:54 GMT -8
"Good." She said as Emily continued her rabid search for the perfect set of ingredients. "There are so many hired help around here, without David around, they've become ravenous!"
Emily giggled. "Ah, they've been like this even before David left, you know." Adjusting her hat a bit, she continued on rummaging the refrigerator shelves for anything that might strike an idea of something.
"I really want to bake....cookies. Yes, cookies, and I'm kind of feeling like pasta tonight, something hearty. Like alfredo. Mmmm.."
"Hmm..."
"Does he have any cook books? We could look through for ideas."
"He most probably does, but I'd think they'd be in the librar---... wait."
Emily paused, standing up straight and bended back a bit to look at Olesya. "You know, you just gave me an idea. Sure. Pasta and cookies it is." she would say, taking out a dressed chicken and setting it by the table. "Homemade chicken noodle soup a good idea...? It's a bit cold today, so I guess this should be nice. Unless you have a better idea..."
Emily stuck out her tongue playfully. Cooking with someone is fun.
:D
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Post by olesya on Nov 23, 2008 10:30:13 GMT -8
"Ah, they've been like this even before David left, you know."
"Really? I don't think I could stand it. No offense or anything, but I like to do things for myself."
Olesya wrinkled her nose briefly, moving to climb up on one of the tall stools that surrounded the island in the middle of the kitchen. She didn't know where anything was, so she would wait for the ingredients, or for Emily to point her in teh direction of something for her to get, before she would do anything so she didn't get in the way. In front of her was a upright container of utensils, and she went through them to find what they would need for baking and cooking.
"Chicken noodle soup sounds good too. I didn't realize you were cooking-savvy, Em."
She said, grinning. Olesya liked having this girl time with her, it was a nice change to the chaos that their lives had been thrown into.
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Post by seishounohana on Nov 23, 2008 20:00:16 GMT -8
"Chicken noodle soup sounds good too. I didn't realize you were cooking-savvy, Em." Emily smiled and set out to find some onions, carrots, and stock.
"Ah, it's something I got after living alone for a while." She told her, setting those ingredients by the table before scurrying off to the other cupboards. "Hey, could you find me a rolling pin or a pasta machine around here? I'll gather up the ingredients. We also need a pot, a knife and cutting board... mm... I think that's it."
Emily took a mixing bowl and placed a couple of eggs into it before setting the bowl by the counter. Once everything was set, Emily set out to work. She took her long, opera gloves off and set them aside. After all -- cooking was a hands-on job.
Doing that revealed all the scars of her left arm though. It was laced with all sorts of puncture wounds, as if it had been stabbed by something over and over, light hyperpigmentations show signs of healed scalds...
Yeah, not exactly the prettiest sight to behold.
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Post by olesya on Nov 23, 2008 20:36:33 GMT -8
"Gotcha, rolling pin...pas-pasta machine?"
Olesya had never heard of a pasta machine, her mother usually bought it in boxes at the store. But she would keep her eyes out for something somewhat resembling a machine that made pasta anyway. She hopped off the stool and began to search through the cupboards.
"Rolling pin, pot, knife, cutting board...pasta machine."
Opening a drawer, Les found the rolling pin and knife. She placed them on the counter where she had been sitting. The pots were hanging above the island so she grabbed a medium to large size one there and set it down. Now for the cutting board...every kitchen had them in a different place, though after some searching she actually found a drawer type thing that pulled out by the sink that was a cutting board.
"They think of everything here. No luck on the pasta machine though. Would they have some boxed in the pantry or something?"
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Post by seishounohana on Nov 25, 2008 2:24:47 GMT -8
"Gotcha, rolling pin...pas-pasta machine?"
"Yeah. Pasta Machine." Emily said as she went to take the chicken and give it a little bath in running water to remove the blood. Emily took a plate and set the thing on it before washing the vegetables, scrubbing them. It wasn't very long before Emily was done and set the clean vegetables right near the poultry sitting at the nearby plate.
"They think of everything here. No luck on the pasta machine though. Would they have some boxed in the pantry or something?"
"Probably, but there are tonnes of drawers... I think we'd be dead of hunger by the time we'd be able to find them." Emily laughed, "Besides... I think this should be enough." The white-haired girl took the rolling pin and took a bowl.
Emily took another knife and passed it to Olesya, handle first towards her as to not poke anything she shouldn't be poking with such a dangerous object. "Cut these onions up into quarters while I deal with the chicken."
Emily went to work straight away. She was used to cooking. She got the pot with water and diluted the stock on it before she started to cut up the poor bird---
... Messy job, I say.
"Just dump the onions in there when you're done."
Whee cooking in RP is fun. O:
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Post by olesya on Nov 25, 2008 22:53:45 GMT -8
Washing her hands in the industry sized sink, Les grabbed an apron, tying it about her waist as the approached her station. Cut the onions, seems simple enough. Olesya had helped her mom in the kitchen loads of times, in fact dinner was sometimes a group project because when you're feeding six people, that's a lot of food for one person to make.
First she took the onions and chopped off both ends, sliding them to the side in a discard pile. Once the ends were gone she took one onion in hand and slid the knife through one layer, peeling it back and tossing it over with the ends. She did that for the remaining onions, blinking defiantly as the onion juices invade the air. Once that was done, she turned the onions on their sides, slicing them once in the middle before turning them onto the flat bottom made from cutting off the ends and then issues two quick chops in an x to finish cutting them up. Okay, technically this was eights instead of quarters but the shapes were basically in quarters they jsut weren't as wide of pieces..whatever.
Scooping them up with the flat edge of the knife, Olesya dumped them into the pot of broth, bringing the knife to the sink and sniffling.
"Don't rub your eyes don't rub your eyes.."
She reminded herself, setting the knife in the sink and washing her hands again, blinking back onion tears.
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Post by seishounohana on Dec 1, 2008 6:51:42 GMT -8
How Emily cut the meat up was peculiar -- primarily because after cutting off the limbs and cutting the rest of the body into quarters, she proceeded to filleting the meat off the thighs and legs. Why?
Well, soup.
Emily just cooked like that.
After rinsing the blood off the bird, she dumped it into the pot as well. Sure she didn't get teary eyes or something, but she sure had greasy hands -- something she was more or less not so comfortable with.
Fighting an urge to lick the blood of her fingers, she shook her head and went to the sink next to Olesya. "Do you cook at home too, Olesya?"
An opportunity to get to know a friend a lot more.
She scrubbed her hands well, then dried it before setting the fire on a very low temperature. Enough to keep the water boiling, but not that much.
The girl was obviously not used to having people with her, as she tended to do most of the work. Emily had been on her own for a long while, so part of her was hoping Olesya wouldn't take it against her.
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Post by olesya on Dec 11, 2008 5:14:40 GMT -8
"Yeah, sometimes. We try to make it a group thing, because my mom hates the stereotype of women in the kitchen."
She said with a small laugh, adjusting her chef hat in her head. Of course she hadn't been old enough at the time, but her parents liked to tell them all the story about how their mother had chased their father with a rolling pin one day, fed up (and probably PMSing), that if he didn't start doing his part to earn his meal, he could have bread and water for the rest of this life! Olesya and her siblings were brought up the same way, unless there were circumstances which they weren't home, they usually helped out with dinner. It was good family time besides, as everyone had their own lives and schedules, but everyone ate.
"We're going to need more vegetables right? Carrots, celery..?"
She asked, moving to the large fridge and peering inside. Les didn't know what exactly went into chicken noodle soup (except she recalled seeing carrots and celery in the can version), but it looked like this house had pretty much everything under the sun. Locating the first two, she looked back at Emily for whatever else vegetables she wanted.
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Post by seishounohana on Dec 11, 2008 9:16:05 GMT -8
"Yeah, sometimes. We try to make it a group thing, because my mom hates the stereotype of women in the kitchen."
Emily smiled as Olesya said that, now distracted by the idea of family. More or less, Emily had been deprived of the concept -- and after being put through so much in her childhood, she still remained an idealist.
"Mmm... It must be nice to have a family like that." Yes. Though, Emily had never really been deprived of a family completely, as she had experienced the love of the Aoyamas. It was only sad that they had to die the way they did. There were times in which Emily could've sworn she heard them calling her in her sleep, along with the faint screams of her past.
The screams of her real parents as the burned in the very flame her Qi had created.
Emily had formed a volcano of flour, placing two eggs, some salt and a bit of water and cooled stock from the soup.
"We're going to need more vegetables right? Carrots, celery..?"
"Wah? Oh! Um..." Emily woke up from her trail of thought, "Sure, Carrots and Celery are good. Mhm. Yeah. Good."
Emily sounded a little bothered, but that was something she didn't notice for herself.
The kitchen was already smelling pretty well as Emily began work with the homemade noodles. Her hands radiated with warmth as she kneaded the dough.
Hmmm...
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Post by olesya on Dec 20, 2008 22:56:35 GMT -8
"Yeah, they're pretty cool. Though my dad just broke his arm base jumping. It isn't the first time, but it makes things hard for a while."
Her family was a good family, though everyone was just a smidge crazy, but that's what kept things interesting. She took the vegetables from the fridge and gently kicked the door shut since her arms were full. Moving back to the counter, she emptied her arms on the table, trying to keep everything from rolling away. And then she began cutting and dicing again, this time less tearfully. She looked up, watching Emily knead the dough, fascinated.
"So you're making noodles? I have never seen them made before, we always get the pre-made. Much less labor intensive...do they take a while?"
She pushed up her chef hat with her elbow, resulting in her looking like a chicken for a brief moment, it had tipped again on her head, trying to slip over her eye.
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Post by seishounohana on Dec 20, 2008 23:56:12 GMT -8
"Yeah, they're pretty cool. Though my dad just broke his arm base jumping. It isn't the first time, but it makes things hard for a while."
Emily smiled as she continued, but she hadn't said a word until Olesya asked: "So you're making noodles? I have never seen them made before, we always get the pre-made. Much less labor intensive...do they take a while?"
"Well, usually they do." She sighed, "they take around an hour to make, but if I use my Qi I could have this done in five minutes..."
More or less similar to what Azuma Kazuma of Yakitate Japan, Emily had warm hands. The difference was, her entire body was. It was almost as if she was running a fever all the time.
Even more so now that she had been using it regularly.
But back to the noodles, Emily didn't take long to make them, and after cutting them up into considerably sized noodle strips, she dumped them onto the pot. "Fresh noodles cook faster and contain more nutrients than packaged noodles." She smiled, looking at her fellow pillar.
Emily was silent about her own family primarily because there wasn't really a family she could call the "concrete" one except for the Aoyamas despite the fact that they were not blood related.
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Post by olesya on Dec 22, 2008 21:58:15 GMT -8
'Well, usually they do. They take around an hour to make, but if I use my Qi I could have this done in five minutes...'
Five minutes? Impressive. Well, granted, Olesya didn't know HOW to make noodles, but they sounded pretty complicated. They would have to be if the majority of the population bought pre-made, right? Olesya watched Emily make the noodles, considering her words.
"What is your Qi?"
She asked, wondering too how it could cut down noodle making by 55 minutes. Her Qi certainly couldn't do that, though maybe it could make her stand there long enough to actually make noodles...or something. She finished chopping up her vegetables and brought them all over to the pot via cutting board just after Emily dropped the noodles in. Tipping the cutting board she let them all tumble into the pot. Leaning in, she breathed in deep through her nose, sighing with a grin.
"This is starting to smell delicious."
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Post by seishounohana on Dec 24, 2008 2:48:44 GMT -8
Basically, all that is fiction. If you want to make your own noodles, you will still have to deal with the hour. It'd be awesome if we all had Qi though, but that'd be dangerous. "What is your Qi?" Olesya asked, her interest probably piqued by her mention of Qi. "Mmm... It has something to do with the wind and it's temperatures." She said, "I can move the wind as I want and modify it's temperature... the temperature around me is warm almost all the time, so usually people who touch me think I'm running a fever."When in fact, that's her normal temperature. "What's yours?""This is starting to smell delicious."Emily smiled and took a couple of bowls to set the dining table. It was only after opening the kitchen door that she noticed something.  ; Emily sighed and smiled at Olesya, "David's servants had already set the table for us... heh, I guess they're just doing their job." |
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Post by olesya on Jan 7, 2009 21:13:38 GMT -8
[[ooc: Its so hard to describe my Qi ICly...'well you see, I have a huge constitution! LOL!' XD]]
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"Well, mine's much different than yours I guess. Mine gives me the energy to fight even if it seems like I've lost the upper hand. I can't really describe it. I didn't even think it was a Qi at first, but I can feel when it happens."
Olesya shrugged, sliding off her stool to head to the fridge once more. Opening the door, she skimmed the shelves before grabbing a can of soda and closing the door behind her. She wiped off the top on her shirt (a habit from her sister who reminded her JUST where sodas came from and were stored..ew), and popped the top with a 'krrrsht!' sound. Sliding back into her seat, she took a deep sip and contemplated the white-haired girl.
Setting the can on the counter, she drummed her hands, thinking as the soup cooked.
"What do you think we should do about the School Captain position, Em? We can't run a school with just the two of us. They'll eat us alive."
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