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The kitchen counter was crowded with ingredients, and the largest pot they had was on the stove. He had the recipe in his hand, painstakingly re-written from memory, as Shadow stood in front of the stove and pondered just what to do first.
He had woken up this morning with the sun streaming in and Laura on his mind. Summertime, she would occasionally hole up in the kitchen and shoo him out whenever he tried to see just what she was doing. Culinary experimentation which usually ended with disaster and ordering in a pizza.
But what Laura could make, had always been able to do flawlessly, was her chili. Maybe it was just some sort of sublimation of old grief, but he had woken up this morning with the fiercest of cravings for it.
He couldn't recreate it even at home, no way he'd be able to do it here. Never got close even when he had things like kidney beans and beer to put into the pot. It had been her chili, anyway. Even without some fly-by-night additions and recipe changes, it wasn't going to be the same.
But it was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and the worst thing that could happen was some sub-par chili, so Shadow threw some of the boar meat into the pot with the black beans from a soup mixed and started slicing chili peppers up thinly.
[Dated to this afternoon, old friends and new people welcome. Feel free to come in during any of the cookin process, and if you stick around have a bowl of decent chili.]
He had woken up this morning with the sun streaming in and Laura on his mind. Summertime, she would occasionally hole up in the kitchen and shoo him out whenever he tried to see just what she was doing. Culinary experimentation which usually ended with disaster and ordering in a pizza.
But what Laura could make, had always been able to do flawlessly, was her chili. Maybe it was just some sort of sublimation of old grief, but he had woken up this morning with the fiercest of cravings for it.
He couldn't recreate it even at home, no way he'd be able to do it here. Never got close even when he had things like kidney beans and beer to put into the pot. It had been her chili, anyway. Even without some fly-by-night additions and recipe changes, it wasn't going to be the same.
But it was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and the worst thing that could happen was some sub-par chili, so Shadow threw some of the boar meat into the pot with the black beans from a soup mixed and started slicing chili peppers up thinly.
[Dated to this afternoon, old friends and new people welcome. Feel free to come in during any of the cookin process, and if you stick around have a bowl of decent chili.]