Egret, Day 23

[laurefindil]

Who: Glorfindel and Open
When: Day 23
Where: Kitchen
What: Food and knives!
Warning: Sharp things

Having taken Evie's class and learned how to use the stove, Glorfindel was able to take part in his Team's chores of preparing the meals. Although, technically, that was what some of the more experienced cooks did. Glorfindel was more of a sous chef (chopper of things). Today he was making some quick, portable snacks that people could come and take with them if they wanted to go to the gym or the library or elsewhere on the train.

[What do people want? Come and ask! You might not get what you hope, but it will be interesting!]

He has also made an concerted effort to go through the kitchen and sharpen every blade in the room, except the butter spreaders.

[You can come help or just chat about sharp things!]

Comments

[marriedanidiot]

"Oh, I don't mind." She smiles at him. "It's been so long... I don't know if I even remember how!"

[laurefindil]

"In that case, as I understand baking is like a science, as opposed to cooking, which is an art? I recommend we refer to the cookbook available," Glorfindel suggested with a smile. "Just to give us a frame of reference."

He leaned down and started to pull out a couple of bowls and some measuring bits. "Any particular reason you feel like making a cake, or is it just Time for a Cake?"

[marriedanidiot]

"A good idea." She laughs.

"Oh, there's a lovely young man here named Bucky. He turned 100, not that long ago - but owing to... well, we'd probably call it train shenanigans, he missed his birthday. It seemed such a shame to not celebrate, especially since 100 is an important age for Men too!"

She makes a pleased noise as rifling through the cupboards produces the chocolate she was looking for.

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel laughed. "I remember the first time I turned 100. That's the joy of being reborn, you know, you get to do some things twice! Yes, there must definitely be cake!"

He pulled out a couple of options for baking pans, then went for spoons. "How big of a cake are we making? Personal sized for him, big enough for him to share with select friends, or are we inflicting cake on the entire train?"

[marriedanidiot]

"Well, that will depend on our success in baking, I am sure!" She smiles

"But I think he seems a private young man. Perhaps we will keep it small, for him and a friend or two."

[laurefindil]

"Do we want to be mildly successful or wildly so?" Glorfindel asked. "Too much success and everyone will want our cake!"

He put back the largest of the cake pans, then considered the two left. "This one, I think then." He took out the butter and started greasing it, so the cake would emerge smoothly.

[marriedanidiot]

"Then they can ask for the recipe!" She laughs, starting to measure out the ingredients. "Or Bucky can hide his cake."

[laurefindil]

"Possibly in his stomach, if it is that good," Glorfindel said with a laugh. This was the best way to spend a day, absolutely.

[marriedanidiot]

She laughs. "Indeed so! He tells me 100 is significant for humans too, which makes sense... it still seems odd to me, that they live such short lives!"

[laurefindil]

"I agree. Although at 100, I thought I knew it all." He grinned at her. "But my elders were patient with me until I outgrew that phase and actually started learning."

"The humans I have met, for the most part, didn't seem to mind. I think it is because they age differently than we do."

[marriedanidiot]

She laughs.

"Is that not true of all of us? Such heady times, when one comes of age."

Admittedly, at 100, Nerdanel had been getting married, to the scandal of all of Tirion.

[laurefindil]

He pulled out another bowl, this cake required icing, after all.

"Quite. Should we sit young Bucky down and discuss what he wants to do when he grows up, with him, then?"

[marriedanidiot]

She bubbles laughter at the thought, checking to make sure the batter is the right consistency.

"Perhaps we should! He might be somewhat alarmed, I feel!"

[laurefindil]

"At the cake or the discussion?" Glorfindel asks with an answering laugh. He remembered what he'd been taught recently and checked the recipe to find out what to set the oven to. It was strange not baking in a fire lit oven, but it was probably best not to have a live fire in such an enclosed space.

[marriedanidiot]

She echose him

"Both, possibly!"

She notes his interest in the oven.

"Tis an innovative design, no? I must see if we can design something similar at home!"

[laurefindil]

"Both, definitely!" He said with a laugh.

"Extremely so. I took a class when I first got here...only days ago, now that I think about it, but Evie showed me the various items and how they work." He shrugged. "It doesn't take as long to heat and stays constant, so I can definitely see the appeal. But I'm not one to try to tell Elrond's cook and kitchen staff what to use!"

[marriedanidiot]

She smiles.

"Oh, well, dear Elrond can do as he pleases, but I want one of these for myself!"

[laurefindil]

He started and shook his head. "I forget that I am no longer a member of his household. He left for Aman, and I remained behind to watch over his sons and daughter."

"Perhaps I might come for a visit when we both return, and see if you can make me one too, then."

[marriedanidiot]

"I am glad that he could trust you with that." She smiles. "He seems like such a nice boy. He deserves good friends."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel grinned. "He hates it when I call him that, but he really is a nice boy. His sons are so much like him, though I think he fears they might take after his brother. But having helped raise them, I do not feel that their hearts lay as their sister's does."

"I could tell you stories about when we were setting up Imladris though," he shook his head fondly. "You might get flashbacks to when your own boys were growing up, however."

[marriedanidiot]

"He is!" She smiles. "And he should be used to us old elves referring to him so, I am sure."

His offer brings a delighted smile. "Oh, but I would love to hear those tales! There is so much of Middle-earth I do not know."

[laurefindil]

"Well then," Glorfindel finishes mixing the icing and sets the bowl down. "We have time while this bakes. How about I tell you a story now? Give me a topic and I'm sure I have one on it. Oh, such as the time we tried to bake a cake for Erestor. That was pretty early on. By Yavanna, we didn't know what we were doing enough to realize we were missing ingredients."

[Wrap or gloss over until the cake is out of the oven?]

which do you prefer? I'm happy to keep going if you want, or we can wrap

[marriedanidiot]

"Oh dear! I hope you did not forget anything important?"

LOL, I was giving you an out, but now....

[laurefindil]

"Well, apparently you need something to make the cake rise. It was...very dense. Not as dense as those who made it, though. And it was sweet. Very, sweet, as we covered any flaws with fresh honey." Glorfindel laughed at the memory. "Our hands were sticky and we were covered in flour. That was...such amazing fun, thinking back on it. But we were so annoyed at the time."

look I like tagging with you XD

[marriedanidiot]

"Oh no!" She laughs. "Oh dear me. Well, at least you had fun."

She shakes her head. "And the honey too! Was it edible at all?"