iron chef will one day be set in space
CHARACTERS: Bella Swan & ( ??? )
LOCATION: Passenger Quarters | A Kitchen
WARNINGS: Not all food is liable to be edible? None right now. Will be edited if applicable.
SUMMARY: Bella attempts cooking with what's available. Hey, it's all good for calming down and thinking, right?
Bella had been shifting through things in the storage areas of the kitchen for a while now, setting out the non-perishables she found that might be of some use in making whatever she could come up with. Things looked pretty good so far, what with all the canned something or anothers, the dry goods she'd been hoping to see despite the possibility of the future using just like, what, canned grease from pigs on Saturn, and the fact most appliances were recognizable enough this might not end with Bella lighting something on fire. Given that the kitchen was usually fairly okay by her (only the once in a while burn, cut finger, or the like), she was glad.
Less to worry about as she realized this made day whatever of being here, on the Tranquilty, in space, and not near Fork, Washington, or even planet Earth.
Pulling out a can of condensed milk, or what she thought was condensed milk, Bella wondered if there was anything here that acted like an egg substitute. Might not make the best pancakes in the world, but it would at least make some. Between that and the dehydrated bacon (was it bacon?), it was almost like making Saturday breakfast.
She held up one of the strips of dehydrated meat, grimacing. "Might need some kind of flavoring," she said to herself, not looking forward to trying it out. She'd need to in order to decide, but she was hesitating to make a decision. Once she did, things would get easier. That's the way Bella worked. More or less.
[ Action or Prose all good with me! ]
LOCATION: Passenger Quarters | A Kitchen
WARNINGS: Not all food is liable to be edible? None right now. Will be edited if applicable.
SUMMARY: Bella attempts cooking with what's available. Hey, it's all good for calming down and thinking, right?
Bella had been shifting through things in the storage areas of the kitchen for a while now, setting out the non-perishables she found that might be of some use in making whatever she could come up with. Things looked pretty good so far, what with all the canned something or anothers, the dry goods she'd been hoping to see despite the possibility of the future using just like, what, canned grease from pigs on Saturn, and the fact most appliances were recognizable enough this might not end with Bella lighting something on fire. Given that the kitchen was usually fairly okay by her (only the once in a while burn, cut finger, or the like), she was glad.
Less to worry about as she realized this made day whatever of being here, on the Tranquilty, in space, and not near Fork, Washington, or even planet Earth.
Pulling out a can of condensed milk, or what she thought was condensed milk, Bella wondered if there was anything here that acted like an egg substitute. Might not make the best pancakes in the world, but it would at least make some. Between that and the dehydrated bacon (was it bacon?), it was almost like making Saturday breakfast.
She held up one of the strips of dehydrated meat, grimacing. "Might need some kind of flavoring," she said to herself, not looking forward to trying it out. She'd need to in order to decide, but she was hesitating to make a decision. Once she did, things would get easier. That's the way Bella worked. More or less.
[ Action or Prose all good with me! ]