Thursday - Food!
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comment_ficGood morning! I am still on vacation and one of the other big parts of a nice vacation is food, so that's today's theme! Cook it, eat it, talk about it, yeah, you all know the drill.
Rules!
No more than three prompts from one fandom.
No more than five prompts in a row.
do not post spoilers in your prompts until a week after air-/publication date. If you wonder if something is a spoiler it probably is for someone.
If you write in spoilers in your reply please do warn accordingly!
Examples!
Dr Who, Amy/Eleven/Rory, "Have you ever tried stir fried ice-cream?"
X-men, Hank/Alex/Sean, Sharing fresh strawberries
X-Men/Leverage, teams, Eliot and Charles have a cook-off, Charles cheats.
tag=food
If you don't find anything that appeals to your palate please feel free to go forage among the lonely prompts.
Rules!
No more than three prompts from one fandom.
No more than five prompts in a row.
do not post spoilers in your prompts until a week after air-/publication date. If you wonder if something is a spoiler it probably is for someone.
If you write in spoilers in your reply please do warn accordingly!
Examples!
Dr Who, Amy/Eleven/Rory, "Have you ever tried stir fried ice-cream?"
X-men, Hank/Alex/Sean, Sharing fresh strawberries
X-Men/Leverage, teams, Eliot and Charles have a cook-off, Charles cheats.
tag=food
If you don't find anything that appeals to your palate please feel free to go forage among the lonely prompts.
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Date: 2011-07-21 08:07 am (UTC)Filled: Kitchen, Lab, Studio
Date: 2011-07-21 08:31 am (UTC)Practicing the culinary arts, Vince confided to Zoe, was a matter of deep aesthetics. You had to know from the sound when the kettle was at a perfect boil. A pristine crust and tender crumb required you to play a loaf of bread like a tympani. Combining herbs called for a perfumer's nose. Matching dishes to create a whole meal took an artist's eyes. Constructing a pastry, a cake, a salad was an architect's job. Slicing the components for a stew or a stir-fry needed a sculptor's fingers and a florist's patience. To be a chef, he whispered behind a cupped hand, was to be an artist in the most profound sense.
"I wonder which one he really believes?" Zoe mused, swinging her feet against the kitchen counter as she sipped her morning cup of green tea.
"Both, I suspect," S.A.R.A.H. answered. "Doesn't Dr. Blake say that medicine is both an art and a science?"
"Yeah," Zoe replied, remembering her boss whirling around his kitchen in a mad dance, pots bubbling like beakers. "But doctors don't practice alone."
"Neither does he, at the moment," S.A.R.A.H. reminded her. "Speaking of which aren't you going to be late for work?"
"Art knows no time," she replied, as she grabbed her apron and headed for the door.
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(Dueling prompts! Since I was late by a few seconds, I figured I owed the first one a shot.)
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Date: 2011-07-21 08:11 am (UTC)RPS, Chris/author's choice, pancakes (baby!sarah fic)
Date: 2012-04-30 01:20 pm (UTC)He trailed off as his daughter ran down the stairs, mostly dressed, her hair flying in all directions. He looked at with her pants on inside out, one sock off and one in her hand and her t-shirt on backwards.
"Daddy, I dressed myself!" She bounced into his arms, kissing him on the cheek.
"So I see" He stifled a laugh, guided her into the kitchen and finished dressing her. He quickly brushed her hair, braiding it into two pigtails at her insistence. "Pretty as a picture," he grinned at her, lifting her onto a stool at the breakfast bar. "We got time for breakfast before we go get your Papa from the airport," he told her, "What're we gonna have?"
Sarah wrinkled her nose in thought before she beamed at Christian, her smile almost identical to Steve's. "Pancakes!"
"Pancakes?" Christian repeated. "Your Papa makes much better pancakes than I do."
"But Papa isn't here and I want pancakes. Blue ones."
"Blue ones."
"Blue ones!" Sarah nodded emphatically, her pigtails bouncing.
Christian nodded, completely unable to deny his little girl anything. "Blueberry pancakes, coming right up." He made up the batter and deftly made a plateful of blueberry pancakes, drizzling them with syrup. He threw the leftover blueberries into the blender with a banana and yoghurt to make two smoothies. "But don't blame me if they're horrible," he teased, sitting next to Sarah, who was demolishing her breakfast. "Guess they must taste ok," he murmured around a forkful, one eye on the time before checking Steve's flight on his phone. "I still say your Papa's are better. Speaking of Papa..." he placed his fork down on his empty plate and encouraged Sarah to finish her smoothie.
"We go get Papa?" Sarah jumped down from the stool, almost vibrating with excitement. "He's been gone forever!"
"Yeah, he has. And yeah, now we go get Papa."
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Date: 2011-07-21 08:33 am (UTC)Food-Swap, Kirk, Spock, McCoy- T.O.S
Date: 2011-07-21 08:06 pm (UTC)"Spock! The replicators gave me your food again!" the taller Vulcan came towards him holding chocolate chip pancakes with syrup and whipped cream, scrambled eggs, bacon, and a glass of milk.
"It seems, Captain, I have received your food as well."
"No, that's not mine..."
"That'd be mine thanks," Doctor Leonard McCoy called from the other side of the room, "Jim, I think I got your food."
"Let's see," Kirk scanned the tray, "biscuit, eggs, chocolate milk, and a glazed donut, that's me!"
As the three men went to sit at a table McCoy commented, "We outta get those dang things fixed."
"But, it makes the mornings oh so interesting, Bones" Kirk smirked.
"I concur with the Captain," Spock spoke up, "They provide.."
"Don't ya dare say interesting you hob-goblin." McCoy growled
"..fascinating results." Kirk chuckled and continued to eat his breakfast while silently noting his friends were still arguing.
He loved mornings, even if the replicators were a bit off.
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Date: 2011-10-22 11:53 pm (UTC)Milk
Bread
2 jars jam
tea kettle – larger than last one
sweets?
Hearing his mobile chirp John checked the text message from Sherlock. Lemons
Whole or bottled juice?
Both. 100 ml liquid each form
Glancing at the magazines John’s mobile demanded attention again. Roll of plastic wrap. The thicker the better.
Spotting a sale on chicken John checked on the next item on Sherlock’s list. Calcium oxide.
No.
Vinegar. Minimum 1 liter.
Visiting with someone from the surgery was interrupted with a text of plasters and gauze.
Picking out plasters the current text stated Poster or large picture
to cover bullet holes in the wall?
No.
What will the picture be used for?
Sherlock…..
To cover blood splatter.
You couldn’t do that in the bathroom with tiles that can be cleaned?
After picking out more leftover containers John’s latest received test stated bone and any organ tissue from the butcher. In the queue to pay John sent a text Want me to pick up dinner on the way home?
I have Chinese being delivered.
As the receipt was printing John remarked, “Short list this week.”
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Date: 2011-07-21 09:27 am (UTC)Dean groans and makes comments that are probably intended to disparage Cas' masculinity or usefulness, but gets up and walks to the kitchen anyway.
Dean likes having a kitchen, and a house, Cas thinks. He insisted that they get it so Cas would understand what home was, insisted that the first time Cas almost became human it was hard because they didn't have the chance to teach him the good things about it. Cas lets him think this.
There are things, though, about having a kitchen that Cas likes.
For instance, Cas has two favorite parts about watching Dean make pie.
The first is Dean's hands. Measuring, pouring, stirring. Sticking his fingers in a glass bowl full of berries so he wouldn't crush the delicate fruit as he mixed them with flour and sugar.
And especially the crust. The grease of the butter, mixed into the flour by Dean's hands, grabbing it, smashing it, flattening it with a light pound of the fist. And then rolling out the dough, spreading it evenly in the pie pan, a blue ceramic dish covered now in golden sweet crust dough, Dean's fingers pushing skillfully, rhythmically, pressing the dough into all the corners of the pan, then twisting the edges between his finger and thumb so the edge would be fluted, would be beautiful.
Cas doesn't really like the taste of pie. But he loves to watch Dean make it.
The other best part of watching Dean make pie is that if he doesn't stare at Dean's hands, he can watch Dean's face, watch his concerns and memories come and go as he focuses on the task at hand. Cas was able to see it once, back when he could look inside Dean's past for answers, back when he was powerful enough to do it and innocent enough to not understand why Dean wouldn't want it. He saw Mary bake pie for him, he saw Dean watch her do it, the care and detail she put into it. He saw the years after, when diner waitresses would pat teenage Dean on the head as they gave him pie and it was the closest thing to nurture he had had for months. He saw that Dean, silly human ridiculous Dean, thought pie was comfort, that pie is the kind of food you that you make by imagining someone taking pleasure in it, that its sweet sticky warmth from the oven could soothe the places where the world had frayed the heart.
Cas longs for a time when he had the power to see it. But he remembers it still, and he thinks of it as he sees the care, the uncharacteristic perfectionism that goes into Dean's work.
Sometimes, Dean plucks a cherry or raspberry from the pie right before putting it into the oven. He tastes it and kisses Cas with it in his mouth. It's too sour for Cas' taste, but Cas likes it anyway.
Note: I love this prompt but it also fits my kinkbingo square, so I'm using it for that too - hope you don't mind!
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