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voidtreckerexpress2021-02-06 11:20 pm
springforth) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-02-06 11:20 pm
Our food is home
Who: Persephone & Open
Where: Kitchen & Dining Carriage
When: Jelly Day 20
What: Persephone is feeling nostalgic and homesick, so she's feeding people food from home.
Warnings: None so far
A. Kitchen
Thinly slicing several pounds of vegetables takes just as long as it sounds. And before this could get anywhere, she should really get the baklava in the oven and out with the syrup poured over. There's a couple loaves of bread going in one of the other ovens. Honestly, it was a lot of rushing around, keeping an eye on one thing while another was being prepared.
Still, she was enjoying herself, mostly. It was the smells of home, stealing olives from the jar as she made the bread, chopping big handfuls of parsley to coat the vegetables, the garlic, tomato and lemon fighting with the sweet smell of honey. If the pervasive sense that her mother should be right around the corner would disappear, well then this would be so much nicer. She wipes at her eyes with the back of her wrist and turns to look at her company.
"Can you grab that really really big roasting tray from the bottom cabinet?" She called out over her shoulder at the person nearby, "I would but my hands are just covered in olive oil."
B. Upstairs Dining Car; Closed to Close CR
It feels like a feast, like she's managed to pull off some fancy mortal realm party in the confines of a train. The briam is rich and tomatoey, the bulgur salad is fresh and full of herbs and lemon and the baklava is crisp and sweet. She feels like a wrung out towel after it and only barely has the energy to add a fruit salad made from produce in the greenhouse car. Not traditional but--delicious. She'd sent out word earlier that food was in the offing, to the people she'd want to try this taste of home.
After the food is assembled--she disappears into a bathroom, coming out in a hastily done up chiton. It's amazing how elegant you can make a bedsheet look with a few brooches--bought at the winter fair, and a length of vine wrapped around her waist. The vine matches the green leaves, the brilliant red flowers tucked in her hair. A pair of shell earrings shift and gently clink as she makes her way up to the second floor where her things are prepared. Any weird looks at her attire are met with a flush.
"I was feeling nostalgic. Go ahead, try something."
Where: Kitchen & Dining Carriage
When: Jelly Day 20
What: Persephone is feeling nostalgic and homesick, so she's feeding people food from home.
Warnings: None so far
A. Kitchen
Thinly slicing several pounds of vegetables takes just as long as it sounds. And before this could get anywhere, she should really get the baklava in the oven and out with the syrup poured over. There's a couple loaves of bread going in one of the other ovens. Honestly, it was a lot of rushing around, keeping an eye on one thing while another was being prepared.
Still, she was enjoying herself, mostly. It was the smells of home, stealing olives from the jar as she made the bread, chopping big handfuls of parsley to coat the vegetables, the garlic, tomato and lemon fighting with the sweet smell of honey. If the pervasive sense that her mother should be right around the corner would disappear, well then this would be so much nicer. She wipes at her eyes with the back of her wrist and turns to look at her company.
"Can you grab that really really big roasting tray from the bottom cabinet?" She called out over her shoulder at the person nearby, "I would but my hands are just covered in olive oil."
B. Upstairs Dining Car; Closed to Close CR
It feels like a feast, like she's managed to pull off some fancy mortal realm party in the confines of a train. The briam is rich and tomatoey, the bulgur salad is fresh and full of herbs and lemon and the baklava is crisp and sweet. She feels like a wrung out towel after it and only barely has the energy to add a fruit salad made from produce in the greenhouse car. Not traditional but--delicious. She'd sent out word earlier that food was in the offing, to the people she'd want to try this taste of home.
After the food is assembled--she disappears into a bathroom, coming out in a hastily done up chiton. It's amazing how elegant you can make a bedsheet look with a few brooches--bought at the winter fair, and a length of vine wrapped around her waist. The vine matches the green leaves, the brilliant red flowers tucked in her hair. A pair of shell earrings shift and gently clink as she makes her way up to the second floor where her things are prepared. Any weird looks at her attire are met with a flush.
"I was feeling nostalgic. Go ahead, try something."