Emeril goes Bollywood
On the morning of January 22nd, Mohinder woke to find his hut smelled like home. Rather like home, when his mother had been cooking. Since he'd woken on the 20th to discover he'd lost several parts he considered rather critical and had them replaced by some which he quite appreciated on women but found somewhat disconcerting on his own person, the scents of curry and cumin and, my god, was that cardamom, rising from somewhere near the foot of his bed weren't at all surprising. Until he opened his eyes...
Then, in fact, the masala chai and cherry naan that rested on a tray atop several large bags of spices, to borrow a peculiarly American and decidedly unfeminine euphemism, shocked the shit out of him. Beside the plate was a card that read "For Mohinder" and wished him a good year in Tamil, Hindi, English, and French. He dragged his hands through his newly long hair that reminded him very much of Mira's - in fact, he reminded himself very much of Mira, despite looking almost exactly like Aishawarya Rai. Between looking like a Bollywood star and the island's quatrilingual giftcard, he decided the island's sense of humor needed adjustment.
However, upon rising from bed and discovering he'd been gifted with a full set of cooking spices, enough to last a year, he promptly forgave it. Although, he did reserve the option to berate it again in the future. For now, he drank the chai greedily, not stopping to savor it, since with the cardamom he could make his own, and tore into the naan, and examined his gifts.
He found:
ground cardamom
cardamom seeds
Cayenne pepper
ground cinnamon
chili powder
cinnamon sticks
crushed red pepper
curry powder
cumin powder
garlic Powder
Mustard Seeds
Onion, Granulated
Paprika
Pink Peppercorns
Tumeric Powder
White Pepper
In bags ranging from 5-15lbs, lining the walls of his bedroom and the common room, as well as small glass jars that might be used for transportation and storage. This, he decided was cause for celebration. When he'd dressed in the gold sari and sandals the box had thought appropriate, he headed directly for the kitchen with a satchel of spices in tow.
And once there, he set to making the kitchen smell even more like home than his hut had. Starting with a proper chai, but not ending there, no certainly not.
ooc: find girl!Mohinder in the kitchen, rhapsodizing over proper masala chai, cooking curry and vegetarian non-curry dishes, utterly and completely ignoring the fact that he's currently a Bollywood beauty. All day. LT/ST are love. New tags through the weekend.
Then, in fact, the masala chai and cherry naan that rested on a tray atop several large bags of spices, to borrow a peculiarly American and decidedly unfeminine euphemism, shocked the shit out of him. Beside the plate was a card that read "For Mohinder" and wished him a good year in Tamil, Hindi, English, and French. He dragged his hands through his newly long hair that reminded him very much of Mira's - in fact, he reminded himself very much of Mira, despite looking almost exactly like Aishawarya Rai. Between looking like a Bollywood star and the island's quatrilingual giftcard, he decided the island's sense of humor needed adjustment.
However, upon rising from bed and discovering he'd been gifted with a full set of cooking spices, enough to last a year, he promptly forgave it. Although, he did reserve the option to berate it again in the future. For now, he drank the chai greedily, not stopping to savor it, since with the cardamom he could make his own, and tore into the naan, and examined his gifts.
He found:
ground cardamom
cardamom seeds
Cayenne pepper
ground cinnamon
chili powder
cinnamon sticks
crushed red pepper
curry powder
cumin powder
garlic Powder
Mustard Seeds
Onion, Granulated
Paprika
Pink Peppercorns
Tumeric Powder
White Pepper
In bags ranging from 5-15lbs, lining the walls of his bedroom and the common room, as well as small glass jars that might be used for transportation and storage. This, he decided was cause for celebration. When he'd dressed in the gold sari and sandals the box had thought appropriate, he headed directly for the kitchen with a satchel of spices in tow.
And once there, he set to making the kitchen smell even more like home than his hut had. Starting with a proper chai, but not ending there, no certainly not.
ooc: find girl!Mohinder in the kitchen, rhapsodizing over proper masala chai, cooking curry and vegetarian non-curry dishes, utterly and completely ignoring the fact that he's currently a Bollywood beauty. All day. LT/ST are love. New tags through the weekend.