Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 5, 2007 7:37:36 GMT -8
Delilah nodded and collected the ingrediants into her arms. She could smell the rosemary already, causing her to smile a little. Oh, the nostalgia. It was one of the cook's favourite flavouring and garnish herbs, back before her father had died.
Ah, but that was a depressing thought. Delilah set the ingrediants down on the counter, and tapped her forehead, trying to remember where she had seen the measuring cups. Emily's question disrupted her thoughts for a moment. She knew of several qualifications off the top of her head, but seeing as there were several, she wanted to know which one Mr. Katashi would use instead. Lifting a slender, bare shoulder, she found the cupboard she sought, opened it, and turned back to their teacher, speaking only when he had finished answering Emily. "Mr. Katashi, measuring cups or spoons?"
Ah, but that was a depressing thought. Delilah set the ingrediants down on the counter, and tapped her forehead, trying to remember where she had seen the measuring cups. Emily's question disrupted her thoughts for a moment. She knew of several qualifications off the top of her head, but seeing as there were several, she wanted to know which one Mr. Katashi would use instead. Lifting a slender, bare shoulder, she found the cupboard she sought, opened it, and turned back to their teacher, speaking only when he had finished answering Emily. "Mr. Katashi, measuring cups or spoons?"
