Mountain Stew 2.0 [Rosewood Village Job B]
Aug 12, 2018 9:44:50 GMT
Post by Cion on Aug 12, 2018 9:44:50 GMT
Since Cion had already taught Phas a bit of proper behavior during their voyage yesterday, taking on the job as a temporary teacher for a specific subject felt adequate to her. Despite her verbose lexis, she actually was neither gifted in the arts of higher education nor craftsmanship. She was a sentinel at heart with a few minor yet at times impressive skills at her disposal. Her first core talent was making music... the other was, according to her friends and family, cooking. While not as important as agriculture and correct storage, it was at least an art that was both amusing and delectable.
Ultimately, the restrained Arniomon was enchanted to see a dozen or two younglings attending her one-off cookery course. Some of them certainly did so due to misinformation and misinterpretation, but that was hardly of concern. In the end, they would indeed savor a culinary delight. Best of all, they would have the know-how to cosset themselves and their guests in the future. It was with pleasant anticipation that she led them into the empty kitchen of the local refectory, which was thankfully spacious enough to accommodate everyone present. ... The idea of a real community where people cared for each other was magnificent.
Naturally, as they had several hours at their hands, the silver fennec started with the basics. Calmly and slowly, she explained how modern equipment was properly utilized, what many of the tools were for and how to maintain everything to prevent deterioration. Especially the classification of uncountable cock's knives was likely a bore to the lads and gals. Still, just like the food chart that displayed a healthy balance of nutrition, it was vital for a wholesome civilization to-be.
Eventually, the entertaining aspect of cookery began, which was self-evidently preparing dishes. Patiently, Cion demonstrated them the fundamentals of cutting meat, fish and vegetables, peeling roots and seasoning suitably. If anything, it gave the little rascals a notion of patience, precision and anticipation. With their varying body structures, it required differing amounts of time to finish their tasks, but as soon as they were finished the next lesson commenced immediately.
And it was without doubt the most challenging for every novice present, as the ambrosial scents of sizzling frying pan contents fondled their minds and spirits. It needed extreme willpower to resist the temptation of nibbling, however every time the body emerged victoriously she gently nudged greedy fingers as to sway them away from meals that were going to be even more succulent before long. Still, minutes felt like days until the dishes were finally ready to be relished.
And what a 'most-fest' it was for the children. Not only was the food tasty, they displayed pride in their accomplishment that required dedication and endurance. Heck... maybe some of them would become chefs of Rosewood. Even if not, it was a valuable skill to have wherever their path led them to. Handing out cookbooks to whoever was interested in continuing to improve their talents, the vulpine digimon ultimately decided to join the feast.
And it was pretty - in general and as a first creation of theirs. Minestrone always worked, tehe.
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Ultimately, the restrained Arniomon was enchanted to see a dozen or two younglings attending her one-off cookery course. Some of them certainly did so due to misinformation and misinterpretation, but that was hardly of concern. In the end, they would indeed savor a culinary delight. Best of all, they would have the know-how to cosset themselves and their guests in the future. It was with pleasant anticipation that she led them into the empty kitchen of the local refectory, which was thankfully spacious enough to accommodate everyone present. ... The idea of a real community where people cared for each other was magnificent.
Naturally, as they had several hours at their hands, the silver fennec started with the basics. Calmly and slowly, she explained how modern equipment was properly utilized, what many of the tools were for and how to maintain everything to prevent deterioration. Especially the classification of uncountable cock's knives was likely a bore to the lads and gals. Still, just like the food chart that displayed a healthy balance of nutrition, it was vital for a wholesome civilization to-be.
Eventually, the entertaining aspect of cookery began, which was self-evidently preparing dishes. Patiently, Cion demonstrated them the fundamentals of cutting meat, fish and vegetables, peeling roots and seasoning suitably. If anything, it gave the little rascals a notion of patience, precision and anticipation. With their varying body structures, it required differing amounts of time to finish their tasks, but as soon as they were finished the next lesson commenced immediately.
And it was without doubt the most challenging for every novice present, as the ambrosial scents of sizzling frying pan contents fondled their minds and spirits. It needed extreme willpower to resist the temptation of nibbling, however every time the body emerged victoriously she gently nudged greedy fingers as to sway them away from meals that were going to be even more succulent before long. Still, minutes felt like days until the dishes were finally ready to be relished.
And what a 'most-fest' it was for the children. Not only was the food tasty, they displayed pride in their accomplishment that required dedication and endurance. Heck... maybe some of them would become chefs of Rosewood. Even if not, it was a valuable skill to have wherever their path led them to. Handing out cookbooks to whoever was interested in continuing to improve their talents, the vulpine digimon ultimately decided to join the feast.
And it was pretty - in general and as a first creation of theirs. Minestrone always worked, tehe.
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