RP: A Recipe For Disaster
Date: April 21st, 2005 (evening)
Characters: Narcissa and Sanguini
Location: The Basement Of Copper Towers
Status: Private
Summary: Sanguini attempts to cook again, with some odd results.
Completion: Incomplete
Sanguini had sent an owl to Narcissa apologizing for not contacting her for over a week. As some attempt to repay her, he promised to try and make dinner again. He had a couple recipes in mind, and had attempted two of them with terrible results. He had managed to burn the lentil dish he had been trying to make and the soup had looked more like sludge than anything else. Knowing he only had about twenty minutes left before Narcissa was to arrive, the vampire decided to try one more dish. It was Gyuvetch, a Bulgarian dish he had learned at a monastery from a very excitable monk. It would use up the last of the ingredients he had purchased, but it was worth a shot.
He chopped the beef into cubes and began to fry it in a pan with a bit of oil. After about five minutes, he added the onions, beef stock and paprika. He cut up the mushrooms and added them plus some rice. Sanguini diced up the tomatoes and tossed them into the pan, putting in salt, butter, olives, and a bit of sugar. The vampire preheated the oven before transferring the contents of the pan into a baking dish. It had just finished cooking when he heard the soft sound of footsteps and a knock on his door. Cursing under his breath, he quickly set up the table and silverware, spooning the the majority of the Gyuvetch onto her plate. He put a bit on his so he would be able to at least try a bite. After rushing over and putting the baking pan in the sink, he went over to the door.
He was wearing a pair of jeans and one of his button-down shirts. The vampire realized he wasn't wearing any shoes and sighed, wondering where his mind had been as of late. He moved in a blur of speed and pulled on his socks and boots in the space of a few seconds before going back to the door. Sanguini opened it, a smile on his face when he saw Narcissa standing in the doorway.
"Good evening."
Characters: Narcissa and Sanguini
Location: The Basement Of Copper Towers
Status: Private
Summary: Sanguini attempts to cook again, with some odd results.
Completion: Incomplete
Sanguini had sent an owl to Narcissa apologizing for not contacting her for over a week. As some attempt to repay her, he promised to try and make dinner again. He had a couple recipes in mind, and had attempted two of them with terrible results. He had managed to burn the lentil dish he had been trying to make and the soup had looked more like sludge than anything else. Knowing he only had about twenty minutes left before Narcissa was to arrive, the vampire decided to try one more dish. It was Gyuvetch, a Bulgarian dish he had learned at a monastery from a very excitable monk. It would use up the last of the ingredients he had purchased, but it was worth a shot.
He chopped the beef into cubes and began to fry it in a pan with a bit of oil. After about five minutes, he added the onions, beef stock and paprika. He cut up the mushrooms and added them plus some rice. Sanguini diced up the tomatoes and tossed them into the pan, putting in salt, butter, olives, and a bit of sugar. The vampire preheated the oven before transferring the contents of the pan into a baking dish. It had just finished cooking when he heard the soft sound of footsteps and a knock on his door. Cursing under his breath, he quickly set up the table and silverware, spooning the the majority of the Gyuvetch onto her plate. He put a bit on his so he would be able to at least try a bite. After rushing over and putting the baking pan in the sink, he went over to the door.
He was wearing a pair of jeans and one of his button-down shirts. The vampire realized he wasn't wearing any shoes and sighed, wondering where his mind had been as of late. He moved in a blur of speed and pulled on his socks and boots in the space of a few seconds before going back to the door. Sanguini opened it, a smile on his face when he saw Narcissa standing in the doorway.
"Good evening."