Tetsu (4/4)culinarybeastAugust 12 2011, 21:47:11 UTC
13. Writing sample - Third Person Prose:
Testu fired up the grill and turned on the stove, letting the heat rise while he searched though the bottom cabinet for pots and pans. The ingredients were already laid out, resting on the table behind him along with several mixing and cutting utensils. All he needed to do now was prepare them.
This wasn’t his normal thing, cooking away in the Count’s kitchen. He didn’t cook for just anyone anymore, but Chris hadn’t stopped fretting since his brother had left to rescue the Count over a day ago. At least the brat had finally stopped crying, that was one thing to be glad about. Testu grabbed a pot and walked over to the sink, filling it with water before setting it on the stove along with a stir-fry pan. Hopefully, once the kid had some food in his stomach he would finally cheer up.
Not that he really cared or anything.
Testu poured two tablespoons of oil into the stir-fry pan and, after deeming the heat high enough, started grabbing ingredients from the table. He set a small slab of steak, previously sprinkled with spices, onto the grill. Noodles were put into the pot of water to boil and minced ginger was added to the stir-fry. Another pot, filled with tempura batter, joined the others on the stove and vegetables were chopped up before being placed in the stir-fry.
“He better appreciate this,” He grumbled and used a skillet to flip the steak before tending to the noodles. They cooked quickly and as soon as they were done, he strained them and set them to the side to be mixed with the stir-fry later. Then he cleaned the shrimp, covered them lightly in flour, and dipped them into the tempura batter to be deep-fried.
An hour later found the food done and carefully arranged on a segregated plate. The only thing it was missing now was a few finishing touches. He opened the fridge and took out a small mold of fruit jello and a couple of strawberries, adding them to the meal along with a glass of milk. Then he stepped back and scrutinized his creation. The end result of all his efforts had left him with a plate littered with a strange mix of eastern and western foods.
“Somethin’s missin’.”
His eyes wandered around the kitchen before stopping on a small American flag lying on the counter. Smirking, he picked it up and put it into the fruit jello. He nodded. Now it was perfect. Tetsu picked up the plate and glass, one in each hand, and started to make his way out of the kitchen.
“Hey, Brat! Food’s done!”
14. Writing sample - First Person:
I just don’t get it. Why do humans keep on starvin’ themselves? It doesn’t make any sense. Food’s what makes ya go. Without it you’re gonna die. You gotta either eat food or be food. There isn’t any other which way about it. It was the same story with those customers from before, refusin’ food, sayin’ they’re on a diet.
They’re stravin’ themselves on purpose! What are they thinkin’!
If they want to off themselves, they should just let me eat them while they’re fat. Skinny meat’s no good for cookin’. Diets are evil. Yet, humans keep on refusin’ food. I tell ya, the world’s comin’ to an end.
Now that I think about it, I’m actually pretty hungry myself. Might as well go check out the kitchen. Gotta be somethin’ in there I can eat.
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Testu fired up the grill and turned on the stove, letting the heat rise while he searched though the bottom cabinet for pots and pans. The ingredients were already laid out, resting on the table behind him along with several mixing and cutting utensils. All he needed to do now was prepare them.
This wasn’t his normal thing, cooking away in the Count’s kitchen. He didn’t cook for just anyone anymore, but Chris hadn’t stopped fretting since his brother had left to rescue the Count over a day ago. At least the brat had finally stopped crying, that was one thing to be glad about. Testu grabbed a pot and walked over to the sink, filling it with water before setting it on the stove along with a stir-fry pan. Hopefully, once the kid had some food in his stomach he would finally cheer up.
Not that he really cared or anything.
Testu poured two tablespoons of oil into the stir-fry pan and, after deeming the heat high enough, started grabbing ingredients from the table. He set a small slab of steak, previously sprinkled with spices, onto the grill. Noodles were put into the pot of water to boil and minced ginger was added to the stir-fry. Another pot, filled with tempura batter, joined the others on the stove and vegetables were chopped up before being placed in the stir-fry.
“He better appreciate this,” He grumbled and used a skillet to flip the steak before tending to the noodles. They cooked quickly and as soon as they were done, he strained them and set them to the side to be mixed with the stir-fry later. Then he cleaned the shrimp, covered them lightly in flour, and dipped them into the tempura batter to be deep-fried.
An hour later found the food done and carefully arranged on a segregated plate. The only thing it was missing now was a few finishing touches. He opened the fridge and took out a small mold of fruit jello and a couple of strawberries, adding them to the meal along with a glass of milk. Then he stepped back and scrutinized his creation. The end result of all his efforts had left him with a plate littered with a strange mix of eastern and western foods.
“Somethin’s missin’.”
His eyes wandered around the kitchen before stopping on a small American flag lying on the counter. Smirking, he picked it up and put it into the fruit jello. He nodded. Now it was perfect. Tetsu picked up the plate and glass, one in each hand, and started to make his way out of the kitchen.
“Hey, Brat! Food’s done!”
14. Writing sample - First Person:
I just don’t get it. Why do humans keep on starvin’ themselves? It doesn’t make any sense. Food’s what makes ya go. Without it you’re gonna die. You gotta either eat food or be food. There isn’t any other which way about it. It was the same story with those customers from before, refusin’ food, sayin’ they’re on a diet.
They’re stravin’ themselves on purpose! What are they thinkin’!
If they want to off themselves, they should just let me eat them while they’re fat. Skinny meat’s no good for cookin’. Diets are evil. Yet, humans keep on refusin’ food. I tell ya, the world’s comin’ to an end.
Now that I think about it, I’m actually pretty hungry myself. Might as well go check out the kitchen. Gotta be somethin’ in there I can eat.
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