Thursday Breakfast (And a dino head.)
Delirium had happily accepted the, mostly, cleaned murderous head of the dinosaur from Ragetti and had set off early to breakfast. She had read Whitman until the early hours of the morning again and she was tired but she had breakfast to make. She had promised Greg she would teach him cooking but not today. Not when she was so tired.
Entering the kitchen she placed the slightly fleshy skull in pride of place, in the middle of the table and went off to make food. Today was thursday and she was eating red and orange things today. Popping a strawberry in her mouth she began to prepare the warm soup, for the strange scientists with even stranger body clocks. Pouring odd measures of chicken broth into the mixture she began to add dollops of peanut butter to the mix. Improvising with chilli peppers when she realised they had no orange peppers, she stirred the soup round and left it to simmer.
Placing another strawberry in her mouth, she picked up a sharp knife. Running it lovingly down her arms, not breaking the skin, she stared at the pile of strawberries before she madly began to chop them up. Throwing them into her batter mix she danced around the head of the dino as she mixed the ingriediants together. Once finished she began to fry the light fluffy beignets.
Finally finishing up she set the toast and jam around the dinosaur head and brought the rest of the food to congregate around the cleaned ed head. Staring at it she happily sat down and began to eat a beignet.
((Come eat a red/orange breakfast with a dinosaur head! Todays breakfast is Strawberry Beignets, Southern Peanut butter soup, Toast and strawberry jelly. With the traditional serving of coffee and fruit juice. Tag one, tag all.)
Entering the kitchen she placed the slightly fleshy skull in pride of place, in the middle of the table and went off to make food. Today was thursday and she was eating red and orange things today. Popping a strawberry in her mouth she began to prepare the warm soup, for the strange scientists with even stranger body clocks. Pouring odd measures of chicken broth into the mixture she began to add dollops of peanut butter to the mix. Improvising with chilli peppers when she realised they had no orange peppers, she stirred the soup round and left it to simmer.
Placing another strawberry in her mouth, she picked up a sharp knife. Running it lovingly down her arms, not breaking the skin, she stared at the pile of strawberries before she madly began to chop them up. Throwing them into her batter mix she danced around the head of the dino as she mixed the ingriediants together. Once finished she began to fry the light fluffy beignets.
Finally finishing up she set the toast and jam around the dinosaur head and brought the rest of the food to congregate around the cleaned ed head. Staring at it she happily sat down and began to eat a beignet.
((Come eat a red/orange breakfast with a dinosaur head! Todays breakfast is Strawberry Beignets, Southern Peanut butter soup, Toast and strawberry jelly. With the traditional serving of coffee and fruit juice. Tag one, tag all.)