Salt or Not?
Author: Tikatu
Fandom: Thunderbirds
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own them. ITC/Grenada does at the mo. I'm just writing about them.
Notes: Written for the Classic Thunderbirds Showcase Ten Drabble challenge, and will be posted on the deadline at ff.net. Thanks to my older son for giving me the right direction on this drabble; I wasn't happy with it until he gave me the idea.
Prompt: #21, Salt; Kyrano #4, Cooking (Could also be crossprompted to Gordon #5, practical jokes, but I'll take the first one)
Kyrano sprinkled salt onto the peeled, boiled potatoes, added milk, butter, and black pepper, then began to whip them. The well-cooked chunks became mushy, then creamy beneath his ministrations. He tasted them, dipping a finger into the thick mash.
“Hmm.” Frowning, he sampled his handiwork again. He spilled some salt from the shaker into his hand, tasting the crystals. Muttering a Malaysian curse, he put the bowl aside, pulling out more potatoes to peel. He glanced at the ruined dish; a sly smile crossed his face.
“I believe I will save a special portion of this for Mr. Gordon.”
Fandom: Thunderbirds
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own them. ITC/Grenada does at the mo. I'm just writing about them.
Notes: Written for the Classic Thunderbirds Showcase Ten Drabble challenge, and will be posted on the deadline at ff.net. Thanks to my older son for giving me the right direction on this drabble; I wasn't happy with it until he gave me the idea.
Prompt: #21, Salt; Kyrano #4, Cooking (Could also be crossprompted to Gordon #5, practical jokes, but I'll take the first one)
Kyrano sprinkled salt onto the peeled, boiled potatoes, added milk, butter, and black pepper, then began to whip them. The well-cooked chunks became mushy, then creamy beneath his ministrations. He tasted them, dipping a finger into the thick mash.
“Hmm.” Frowning, he sampled his handiwork again. He spilled some salt from the shaker into his hand, tasting the crystals. Muttering a Malaysian curse, he put the bowl aside, pulling out more potatoes to peel. He glanced at the ruined dish; a sly smile crossed his face.
“I believe I will save a special portion of this for Mr. Gordon.”