Hannibal Lecter (curr: Andras Grauza) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
amusebouche) wrote2013-11-18 10:31 pm
amusebouche) wrote2013-11-18 10:31 pm
Chiana
Despite being short of many supplies (Bert had not yet delivered the requested goods), Andras had managed to make a meal worthy of his name. Being the ship's chef often meant he had to cook great quantities and in a limited amount of time. He made meals. There was hardly ever a moment to make dinner a performance.
He was grateful for the time off when they docked. People went to visit the planet and there was much less need for dining in the ship's kitchen.
He had therefore been able to make a full three course meal for two. He was proud of his efforts and knew the result would be appreciated.
There was a knock on the door and he straightened his waistcoat to open the door to greet his guest.
He was grateful for the time off when they docked. People went to visit the planet and there was much less need for dining in the ship's kitchen.
He had therefore been able to make a full three course meal for two. He was proud of his efforts and knew the result would be appreciated.
There was a knock on the door and he straightened his waistcoat to open the door to greet his guest.
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"No," Andras assured. "You are my guest. Please, sit."
He took the first course from the table, where it was kept warm. "Pork tongue a la ravigote, inspired by Pascal Aussignac, slightly altered for lack of tarragon, cloves and... quite a few other ingredients."
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"A renowned chef on Earth," Andras explained. "I draw inspiration from books and menu's."
"Tongue is a slightly exotic dish where I come from. I don't know how it is on your home planet, but I assure you that you will like it's taste."
2013/11/21 nebaritralk - DW Comment dwnull@dreamwidth.org
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As long as you hadn't given that animal a name that she knew of, anyway.
She cut off a first bite, making sure not to lose the greenery on top of the muscle as she balanced it on her fork, then had her first bite. As usual with Andras's dishes, her lips curled into a pleased smile even as she chew. It wouldn't occur to her to try and hide how much she appreciated it.
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Andras watched her take that first bite, enjoying her enjoyment, taking her smile as approval, and only then taking a bite himself. "I hardly have use for tongue in the kitchen, so I store them for finer enjoyment. I'm glad you like it."
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She was interested in the process, yes, and just as interested in listening to Andras talk about it. He loved it so much.
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"The tongue is easy to procure, the process of cooking it is slightly more complex. It's a delicate piece of meat. Patience is the key. It has to boil slowly for abour four hours, stand, peeled. It's a process that requires care, a certain amount of delicacy - respect, almost. People often forget that," Andras explained. "If you think you can muster the patience, I could teach you."
2013/11/22 nebaritralk - DW Comment dw_null@dreamwidth.org
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A little flirtation in return. "I would," he assured. "I always would."
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Not that she really expected him to; it had been months and months. If he wanted to frel, he would've taken her up on her offer by now.
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Andras smiled. It was not that he didn't like Chiana. It was that her methods in seduction were a bit crude. He didn't think of it as 'frelling', he preferred the term 'to make love', and there was wine and music involved. He didn't think it should be shallow, a scratch on the bedpost.
So their relation remained teasingly flirtatious. But he was a man, and lust was not unknown to him. He could merely compose himself quite well.
"Whatever you would like; a slow roast, a luscious dessert..."
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"Of course," he said, talking of food, naturally.