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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Oct 4, 2021 3:36:29 GMT
She did her best to try and suppress the grin brought on by the self-deprecating remark. While she was rather culinarily inclined for her age and fully expecting to coast through the cooking class without any trouble, it dawned on her that it could get a little boring. Sigga wondered how seriously she should take Suzukui-san’s remark. If he did end up struggling, she could take him under her fin, so to speak.
Sigga banked that particular thought for when the cooking class actually rolled around. It could prove a decent diversion, trying to instruct a fellow peer in the culinary arts. Of course, she still wasn’t sure if that would end up being necessary in the first place.
She remembered their antecedent encounter in the kitchen. His muffins had been good, which was a far more impressive accomplishment than one might think. From what Sigga had seen in the dorm’s kitchen, most of her fellow classmates neglected in making any home cooked meals. Whether it was due to laziness or incompetence, she didn’t know, but the vast majority of 1-B seemed to elect either reheating meals brought from home, or simply ordering takeout. And the few that did make an attempt, like the ones they encountered earlier, well, Sigga wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving them unsupervised. No judgement though. Actually… maybe a little judgement.
Both apples had been quartered and their cores expunged by this point, with Sigga once again reaching into the box for a tool to help expedite her lengthy salad-making process. From the container she withdrew a small, steel circle that easily fit in her oversized palm. It looked a little like a cog meant to go inside of a machine if not for the wirey lattice crisscrossing the large opening in the center. As far as egg dicers went, this one was of a simpler design. No mechanical hinge. Just a ring with some tightly wound wire.
“Oh, sure! Sky’s the limit.” Sigga replied, listing off just a few soup ideas. “Mushroom. Beat. Palm nut. Celery. Lentil. ‘Tato. Sauerkraut. Rice. Chick pea. Durian. F-fennel.” She nearly said fish, but thought better of it, ending the list prematurely. As evidenced by Sigga’s lengthy but less-than-exhaustive concurrence, soups really were made out of just about anything, though rarely with just the one ingredient. Her pickle soup, by comparison, was rather tame. To her it was a rather uninspiring dish, but only because she had had it so many times in her life. Her late mother had been the one to introduce the dish to the fish ages ago, and Sigga had since perfected her own version of it back when she moved in with her foster-siblings.
As she worked through the list, Sigga was forcing her apple slices into the mesh of her dicer, twisting each slice every quarter-inch. The tiny apple cubes would fall into her salad bowl on top of the other ingredients, bringing the dish ever closer to completion.
After de-shelling them, the process repeated with the hard boiled eggs. Finally, the fish whisked herself over to the sink and shut the tap off. The penultimate ingredients were ready to be added in.
Sigga carefully plucked each potato and carrot from the pot and deposited them onto her cutting board with a fork. The pot, now empty, was returned to the sink, with the chef snapping up the well-loved paring knife off the counter and getting to work on the last of the veggies.
While much of her attention remained at her cutting board, the bald teen couldn’t help but notice the blond take a rather pensive expression. She would have guessed his mind remained on the topic of soups, though the apparent intensity of his mental focus seemed rather strange. Given the topic she presumed him to be contemplating....
She didn’t realize she had been staring rather intently at the 1-A student for some time, her hands flaying a soft carrot on autopilot. After a few more moments of silence Sigga spoke. “The durian, right?” A mind reader though she was, attempting to stealthily rummage about Hyousuke’s neurons was a big no-no. Not that she could do so without physical contact in the first place. So she took a guess. A shot in the dark. The most likely topic of reflection given the lack of any other evidence. “Yeah. I don’t know how you’d turn that into a soup. Why you’d turn it into a soup.”
She continued rambling on as if her guess at what was on Suzuki’s mind was fact rather than the fiction that it likely was. “I mean, that’s like taking a worse version of mango ice cream and heating it up. I mean, I never cooked a durian before, but it sounds like a bad idea. Probably smells like one too.”
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Oct 7, 2021 21:19:12 GMT
Durians weren't what Hyousuke was thinking about, but the second that she said it, the thought of making a soup with one crossed his mind. And then he was reminded of the smell. Tasty though they may have been, the stench that those things emitted was something that had turned him off from them entirely, and it was clear from the face he pulled - if only for a moment. "Durians... No." His answer was succinct, if a little terse, but that was mostly just because he was still lost in his own thoughts. When he eventually realised that he was in a conversation with someone other than himself, Hyousuke seemed to snap back to attention before answering again."
"Forget the taste, what's the kitchen going to smell like if you start heating them up and wafting that smell around? That's never going to come out of your apron." He'd cooked and eaten his fair share of ingredients with strong smells, of course - onions and garlic were a staple of many a dish for their flavours alone, after all - but at least they worked when they were cooked into something. Durians, on the other hand, he just couldn't see it. "Maybe you could probably bake them into something, or cook them as part of a dessert? I don't think you'd make them into a soup though..."
It seemed as though he was about to slip into another silent tangent, but the bubbling of boiling broth had him snap back to attention again before he even started. "Son of a-" He muttered under his breath, scrambling and searching for the stove's controls, before switching it completely off and lifting the lid just enough to keep it from boiling over much more. He turned to look at her, a sheepish smile crossing his face. "I think it's done."
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Oct 14, 2021 3:20:05 GMT
The expression on Sigga’s face seemed to take on some sort of machiavellian grin, betraying the rather immoral thoughts the blond’s remarks inspired. She too was familiar with the odor a ripe durian would emanate. Leave one casually lying around in someone’s dorm and the whole floor was liable to evacuate. What a truly wonderful awful idea. Too bad she didn’t have any enemies on which to execute it.
While Suzuki-san’s was busy describing far more traditional uses for the fruit, his mind uncorrupted by unscrupulous foster-siblings like the fish’s had been, Sigga’s thoughts had long since matured a rather thorough durian-related scheme that could be implemented on some hypothetical foe.
By the time both teenagers had their musings diverge on their respective durian-related tangents, Sigga had finished peeling and chopping the carrots and potatoes for her salad. With the vegetables added in, her dish was almost complete. Lastly came the dressing, which, despite the salad already having egg in it, was labeled as vegan mayonnaise. It would have been an odd oversight if not for the fact Sigga had purchased the vegan mayo specifically for it’s taste rather than its lack of animal-related ingredients.
Sigga unscrewed the jar’s lid and, with a large steel spoon she had retrieved from her box, scooped out several large lumps of the mayo. The dressing made a rather sickly slopping sound as the still-hungry teen deposited it on top of all the other ingredients in the estately glass bowl. Then, careful not to accidentally squish or spill anything, she gently stirred the entire mixture.
It took a few laborious minutes to get all the ingredients evenly distributed within the bowl. While her cooking compatriot went to inspect his stew, Sigga was already rummaging through one of the cupboards for a pair of small bowls. It went without saying that Suzuki-san was going to be offered a sampling of her toils, though more out of a desire to show off than in search of constructive criticism. The fish was already well aware of the umami-bomb her dish encompassed.
She scooped a healthy helping of her salad into the first bowl, turning to her peer, “Mine ‘s done too~ Wanna try some?”
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Nov 3, 2021 20:07:51 GMT
"Only if you try some of mine."
Hyousuke wasn't really looking for her thoughts on the dish either, all things told, but it was for quite a different reason. While she was mostly just looking to show off, he was offering back a sample more out of politeness than anything else. He was well aware that whatever concoction he'd managed to create was, at best, just edible. He wasn't going to try and impress her with something that wouldn't be particularly good or bad - it just seemed like the right thing to do to offer her a sample of his wares.
Regardless of whether she was going to accept or not, he fished two bowls out of the cupboard and set them down onto the counter. It was hardly as if putting one back in the event she refused would be a difficult task, after all, and them being stacked together made it easy to grab them both of them at the same time. The first one he filled up for himself, ladling some of the still-steaming slop into the ceramic stew-holder, and pushing it to one side for later. "Just don't expect much." He warned, using the oversized spoon to stir the stuff slowly while speaking.
"Here's hoping that that cooking class fixes that. I want to see if I can cook something that's actually worth your time." Muffins excluded, of course. They weren't exactly gourmet-level treats, but they were quite noticeably better than the haphazard amalgamation of flavours that he'd created in an effort to keep food from going to waste.
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Nov 23, 2021 5:37:36 GMT
The pickles and apple skins Sigga had snacked on during this cooking expedition had long since contributed in nullifying any hungry growlings behind her navel. But the wait, thankfully, would soon be over. Snackrifices were at hand.
The bowl containing Suzuki-san’s helping of salad wasn’t particularly big. Nor was the spoon accompanying the serving. The salad itself, however, was anything but modest. And that went both with flavour and volume. Indeed, Sigga had managed to dish out enough grub into the small bowl, as to somehow double what its volume would normally contain, with a colorful tower made of diced fruit-veggie-egg-goodness.
It wouldn’t be difficult to conclude that Sigga’s own hunger played a role in determining the size of the serving she was offering to the blonde.
“Deal!” the famished fish chimed.
Sigga placed the small, but heavily-laden bowl on the counter, complete with a strangely ornate teaspoon impaling the salad, for Suzuki-san to take. Then she hovered over to the sink where she quickly rinsed off any excess mayo still on the large spoon that had been used in stirring the salad.
There was no waiting for the stewmaker to pour Sigga’s portion, however. Unaware he had set aside the first bowl of stew for himself, the fish scooped it up with one hand, unceremoniously sat herself down onto the kitchen’s island counter with one leg crossed, and dug into her meal.
Perhaps under different circumstances the boy’s attempt to temper Sigga’s expectations of his amateurish cooking skills would have some degree of success. But as fortune would have it, a hunger such as hers meant only the most foul dishes would be judged more circumspectly. In fact, Sigga seemed to abandon all caution in favour of putting food to jowls post-haste. It should have been to no one's surprise that this action was immediately punctuated with a vexxed, “Haaaauuuuuuaaaggghhaaaaghh!”
The kitchen lights glistened off Sigga’s exposed canines, sharp and much larger than the rest of her teeth, as she tried to juggle the scalding vegetables with her tongue. “Haaaarrgh. Eghh haarrgh,” the fish attempted to clarify, steam billowing from her jutting jaw. Hot as the stew was, it didn’t look like she was about to forfeit her meal just because it was trying to burn her.
Suzuki-san, if he had endeavored to try the salad Sigga had made, would likely be having a less… arduous experience. Assuming he wasn’t allergic to any of the salad’s ingredients.
Though seemingly a little convoluted and time-consuming to make, the girl’s salad was actually quite difficult to screw up. The amalgam of ingredients worked quite well together. Unlike in a stew or other culinary mixture, each bit of produce retained its individuality; it’s identifying flavour separate from the rest. The corn tasted like corn. The pickles tasted like pickles. So on and so forth.
If there was an ingredient that stood out at all, it probably would have been the Japanese hokuto apples. Crisp and sweet, but not overpowering.
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Nov 25, 2021 1:25:27 GMT
By the time Hyousuke had noticed that Sigga had taken the bowl he'd reserved for himself, Hyousuke figured that it probably wasn't worth telling her. Deciding instead to focus his attention on the salad at hand - a far superior dish, he reckoned, even with just a glance - Hyousuke took his portion and jabbed a fork hastily into it. His chewing, however, was not so hasty, and he took the time to enjoy it. While he wasn't an especially good chef, being capable only of the basics and perhaps a few tricks that would impress other rank amateurs, he wasn't entirely without taste. He could appreciate harmonies between flavours, so long as they were simple enough for him to understand and express properly.
Fortunately for him, Sigga's blend of ingredients wasn't too complicated for his fairly unrefined palate. Each piece of the salad had its own simple and distinct flavour, but despite this, they all came together to create something that was greater than the sum of its parts. It was a dish that seemed so simple and so easy, and yet, it outclassed the mess of a stew that he'd Frankensteined together in a desperate attempt at keeping from wasting money. It was edible, yes, but it was only in the sense that a single, solitary slice of plain white bread was edible.
There was no harmonious interplay of ingredients, no inventive techniques or uses of vegetables to create a piece that defied expectations and showcased creativity rather than desperation. The tastes blended together, but rather than make a delicious stew, it looked and tasted more like vaguely vegetable-flavoured slop. It'd gotten quite the amusing reaction out of Sigga, however, so he supposed that it perhaps wasn't a complete loss on his part. Flashing her a smile and thumbs-up, he acknowledged what she was saying, but could only barely manage to hold back the snickers building up beneath the surface.
Once he'd finished his mouthful of the morsel of her meal that he'd managed, Hyousuke nodded and offered his thoughts. "It's good." He said, though that was about the extent of it for the first few moments. The gears were quite obviously turning as he tried to put his thoughts into words, and offer more than just terse approval. "I didn't even know you could get some of this stuff to work with the other bits in there. Maybe I should've made something like it..." He glanced over at the remaining bits and bobs on the counter, and then at the steaming pot. Maybe something baked was in order next time. At least then it wouldn't have part of the flavour boiled out of it.
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Dec 1, 2021 1:45:21 GMT
Eventually the girl managed to transition back to chewing with her mouth closed. She ate in silence, focusing much of her attention at blowing at each spoonful. While Sigga experienced lapses in judgement with exceeding frequency, she also learned from her mistakes. Most of the time.
The brief appearance of crow’s feet at the corner of her eyes acknowledged Suzuki-san’s compliment. She had been a little too preoccupied with the stew to remember to check if he was enjoying the salad.
She swallowed another spoonful of stew. “I could text you the recipe if y- or, uh… hm…” The offer suddenly stalled.
“I mean I would text you the recipe if my phone was still working, eheh…” This would have been the perfect opportunity to get the blond’s contact information, but alas. The guilty laugh should have provided at least some hint as to the well-being of Sigga’s mobile.
“I, uh-” her eyes returned to looking at the bowl of soup in her hand, “-kind of dropped it in a, uh, puddle.”
Okay. Maybe it wasn’t a puddle per se, but saying a glass of water might have led to questions that couldn’t be answered. But that was an entirely different kettle of fish.
“Gonna have to buy a new one,” she finished, between slurps.
The slight tangent in conversation made her forget to reciprocate the compliment Suzuki-san gave her food. Sure the stew wasn’t particularly inspired, but it was still good. At least to Sigga’s tastes, and her tastes weren’t particularly lax or anything what with having a significantly more sensitive tongue to make up for her lack of olfactory preceptors. But it was difficult to screw up a stew anyway. The blond neither added too much salt nor burnt the kitchen down.
Sigga took another spoon of stew and began surveying the area around her. There was a bit of cleanup to do after she was done eating, but it wouldn’t take too long.
She hopped off the counter and scooped some of the empty cans into the recycling bin, then tossed the cutting board and utensils into the sink before circling back to plop herself onto the kitchen counter again as she ate.
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Dec 3, 2021 2:01:49 GMT
Hyousuke nodded along, remaining quiet, but visibly attentive. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in what she was saying, it was more that his attention had gone straight from eating her salad to getting the washing done. He knew that if he didn't do it before he went up to his dorm, he'd never get around to coming back to it until the day after - by which point it'd just be even more troublesome for him. It was better to just have the one bowl and pair of utensils stay dirty, than an entire ensemble of pots, pans, knives and whatever else he'd used for the dish.
He did eventually manage a verbal response, however, when he'd just about finished getting the worst of the task done.
"Come to think of it," He said offhandedly, more making light conversation to pass the time than anything else, "I need to go out shopping. I need to pick up a couple of things too. Maybe we could make a trip out of it?" With that, the last of his cookware was cleaned, and placed into the rack. After he'd taken a bowl of steaming stew with him, he started for the stairs. "Let me know if you don't mind me coming with. But it's probably not gonna be soon - I've got a lot of studying to catch up on... Anyway, I'll see you around!"
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Dec 29, 2021 19:58:18 GMT
It wasn’t until her bowl of stew was a few spoons away from being consumed in its entirety that Sigga hopped off the island counter again. One hand busily returned items into her box ‘o things, occasionally pausing to feed the fish. Soon, all that would be left to do was the dishes. She snarfed down the remainder of her stew and placed the bowl and spoon into the sink that her blond friend was not making use of, quickly chirping a “Thanks!” for the meal. While Suzuki-san washed his own things, Sigga pulled out a roll of cellophane wrap from her box. The giant bowl of salad would hopefully last her a couple days if she rationed it, though consuming it all by the end of tomorrow wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. The biggest danger was in her getting distracted and failing to eat it before it went off. That had happened before. Once. On the fourth day or so you could start to tell that amalgam was beginning to engage in a sort of civil war with itself. The dish was excellent for dozens of hours, but eventually the pickles within would try to stage a revolt. Pun intended. Her purple head-fins perked up at the sudden invitation from the blond. There hadn’t been anyone that had gotten quite as chummy with her as he had. Not even her own 1-B classmates. Not that it was their fault or anything. Sigga had intentionally kept a bit of a social berth between herself and others. Maybe it was the fact that Suzuki-san wasn’t in her class. It allowed her a bit of leeway in what face she wore; what personality she presented to him. Of the many different temperaments she displayed in Japan, he may have gotten the most authentic one. Well, maybe tied with her grandfather, though those two faces certainly were not the same. “Uh sure. Yeah,” the bald girl said, sounding more and more agreeable to the suggestion with each word. The effort Suzuki-san had actually made in this budding friendship certainly didn’t parallel any of the interactions Sigga had with the other UA students. They had already cooked together twice, and this was the second time he had offered to accompany her on a shopping excursion too. Was she putting in the same effort? “Right.” Sigga chimed in at the mention of the delay in the hypothetical outing, her hands tearing off some cellophane to cover the salad bowl with. “I’ve got that internship that’s gonna keep me swamped for a while too.” There was also the issue that she was technically flat broke and was keeping the fact she had acci-intentionally nuked her phone a secret from her grandfather. She’d need to find a way to pay for a new phone too. And with the internship about to take up all of her time, finding a part-time job would be impossible. Ugh. Walking the straight and narrow certainly wasn’t easy. In any case, the promise to meetup in the near-future had been made. Sigga waved goodbye to her friend, uttering a farewell in a language neither of them spoke. After a few more minutes of washing and gathering her belongings, she too made her way back to her bedroom, mind shifting focus back to her impending internship at Flame On.
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