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voidtreckerexpress2020-04-13 08:54 pm
laurefindil) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-04-13 08:54 pm
Egret, Day 23
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!]
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!]
Yes?
[Of course he doesn't say danish, but that's what it comes out as, because the train translates it into the nearest equivalent.]
"That does sound quite beautiful. And shows he had a taste for jewellery making right from the start," Glorfindel said with a smile.
Lembas, recipe sent in a vision from Yavanna, Celebrimbor wasn't made in the forge, apple crisp. . .
[ I don't think the Danes and Denmark existed in Glordindel's and Curufin's era. XD ]
"He did. He had an aesthetic sense from the beginning, and a love of lyrical images and fine materials. He had orders from all over East Beleriand, before he was out of his adolescence."
[ Oops, in my last comment when I typed "Mother," I meant Sulriel, not Nerdanel. ]
Lembas, recipe sent in a vision from Yavanna, Celebrimbor wasn't made in the forge, apple crisp. . .
Re: Lembas, recipe sent in a vision from Yavanna, Celebrimbor wasn't made in the forge, apple crisp.
[Exactly! Cheese Doriath, perhaps?]
"I wish I'd gotten to meet him. When I returned to Middle-Earth, it was just after Sauron had forged his Ring." He shook his head at the loss of all that talent.
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He went to the cupboards where the cookware was kept and pulled out a bowl. "This one okay?"
[ Cheese Doriath! A gourmet recipe of East Beleriand, no doubt in some cookbook you could only order from a First Age publishing company called King Thingol's Press. ]
"I wish you could have met my son, too. He was not only an amazing smith, he was an amazing person. He was warm, loving, and sometimes humorous." He smiles, remembering all the good years he had with Celebrimbor. "He'd have liked you."
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[It is still popular in Lothlorien as it is Celeborn's favorite pastry. You haven't lived until you've gotten to eat one he's made. But you have to be fast, because while Glorfindel is sure Galadriel didn't marry Celeborn for his baking, she does claim her half of every Cheese Doriath he makes.]
"It's just fine," Glorfindel said with a nod. He assembled the ingredients that they would need that were in the cold box...refrigerator, and laid them out on the counter. "Measuring spoons?"
"Perhaps someday I will. Stranger things have happened," he pointed out. Then he thought a moment and then indicated the fact that the two of them were talking.
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And then, as Glorfindel started to assemble the utensils, Curufin rummaged in the drawers until he found the measuring spoons. "Here you go," he said, placing them on the counter.
"Perhaps you will meet my son someday. I found him again in Hadriel, the world I lived in before I came to the Voidtrecker. I was overjoyed, and so was he, and we were reconciled. But he disappeared from that place before I did. I can only hope that I will find him again someday. The multiverse is wide and mysterious, and as you say, stranger things have happened."
Not to dwell to long on that subject, which made him happy and sad at the same time, he suggested, "About that apple crisp. . . I can buy some apples from the train store, I'm fairly sure. I have a lot of points, so I'm willing to spend some of them on this. I think that maybe three big boxes full of apples would be enough?" He hefts an imaginary box, about the size of a large banker's box. "They wouldn't be delivered until the day of the next newcomers' platform, but that's okay."
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"Thank you." He started combining the dry ingredients based on his memories.
"I look forward to it," Glorfindel said sincerely. "It is one of the benefits of being immortal, we have time," he teased.
"Oo, yes, that should work. If we have any left, we can make some tarts, too!" It was very generous of Curufin to offer. He himself didn't have very many points yet.
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Curufin watched as Glorfindel started working on that very recipe.
He smiled. "Yes, we have time to meet everybody we ever loved, at least once more. Or for that matter, everybody we ever hated. Both of those have worked out well for me."
He brightened at the idea of actually being able to make the apple crisp for the whole train. "Yes! Apple crisp and apple tarts!" Curufin had more points than he knew what to do with, and no idea why the train was so generous with him.