HAPPY BIRDDAY AMURIKA

[fastaskenyans]

Who: EVERYONE EVER
What: America's birthday/beachside barbecue!
Where: The beach in the Eastern District. Follow the tiki torches!
When: Afternoon on the Fourth of July!
Warnings: FUN TIMES AND SILLINESS AHOY
Notes: For the sake of simplicity, quicklog/action tags are preferred. Start a new thread if you'd like with whatever your character is doing in

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COOKING DA HOT FOODZ

[pineapplesalmon]

[Caesar said that he'd grill some hot food, and he wasn't kidding. Four sauces: chimichurri (traditional Argentinine for grilled beef), buffalo (a bit hot), spicy mango (hotter and different), and one he affectionally called Lava. He had some simple dishes such as Carne Asada, and then--well, he had BEEF. Because no cookout was complete without steak.

There was also normal steak for the people who were terrified of flavor, but Caesar understood that not everyone could take the hot stuff. Sure, Wally was good at handling the meat, but Caesar couldn't help but... help out. It's been a while since he's grilled.

At least he'll warn someone before they try the hot stuff--or, at least, he'll try to.

He's also wearing nothing but swim trunks and flip flops. Because, after all, it's a beach party, and he doesn't have to worry about getting sunburned unless he fells like being a lobster.]

Re: COOKING DA HOT FOODZ

[rat_des_marais]

How's it comin', homme?

[Because this swim trunk and flipflop wearing Cajun distinctly remembers a glove being thrown down.]

IS IT JUST ME OR IS IT HOT OUT HERE...

[pineapplesalmon]

[Caesar gives Remy a very, very pleased look.]

It's going very well.

[He gestures to a plate he's set aside away from the rest of the meat.]

That would be yours.

/FANS SELF

[rat_des_marais]

[It looks at the plate offered with scrutiny.]

I don' look dat bad. Wha' ya do? Dip it in hot sauce?

[He's buying time. Little chicken.]

[pineapplesalmon]

[Caesar looks at him in amusement.]

No, I added hot sauce to the marinade. What do you think I am, a savage?

[rat_des_marais]

Don't know. We'll see dat afta I try it.

[Remy, what are you doing? You're going to kill yourself. You know it's hot. Just because you're from New Orleans doesn't mean you intestines are made of steel.]

[pineapplesalmon]

[Caesar bends up a glass of milk and holds it towards Remy.]

Here. You may need this.

[rat_des_marais]

Ha Ha Ha.

[Sarcastic laughing... but you don't see him turning down the milk, either.]

[And with his pride still intact, he goes ahead and starts tearing into his food right there.... And, LOL IT IS PRETTY SPICY, YEAH. The faster you eat it, the faster it goes down. GO GO GO]

[pineapplesalmon]

[Oh, Caesar is enjoying this quite heavily. Unfortunately for Remy, it's the type of spicy that tends to build up over time...]

Re: COOKING DA HOT FOODZ

[jazz_psychology]

[Jazz wandered over to see what Caesar was cooking. She was also entirely in swimwear, wearing black flip-flops and a teal bikini, her hair held out of her face by her usual teal headband.]

What are the different sauces?

[Jazz knew better than to throw caution to the wind when it came to food after all. Granted, this wasn't her parent's cooking, so grabbing the wrong food wouldn't lead to an ectoplasm charged bit of meat coming to life and biting her, but she still thought it would be a good idea to know what she'd be getting into when she made her sauce selection.]

[pineapplesalmon]

[Caesar grins at her. No, he does not do a once over. She isn't legal yet, so his eyes are firmly on her face. Yup. For a moment, anyways, because he has steaks to tend to, and his eyes turn back to them.

He points to the five different types of steak with his tongs.]

This one doesn't have sauce. The others: buffalo, chimichurri--that's Argentine, spicy mango, and lava.

If you like spicy food, this is where you want to be.

[jazz_psychology]

I like spicy food, but I think I'll avoid the lava.

[She liked some spicy, but typically, when 'lava' was listed among the sauces, it was probably too spicy for her tastes. Besides, too spicy was different from her food coming to life and biting her, and she wasn't really as used to the former as the latter.]

I guess I'll try chimichurri, I've never heard of that one.

[pineapplesalmon]

It's Argentine, so it's not surprising.

[Caesar gets a plate for her. Jazz, he knew he liked you. You'll even try new foods!]

How big of piece do you want?

[jazz_psychology]

A fairly small piece, I guess. [After all, Jazz didn't eat a huge amount of food to begin with, and she didn't even know if she'd like it yet.]

[pineapplesalmon]

All right. [He stabs a smaller piece of steak with a fork and puts it on the plate, offering it to her. When she takes it, he'll pick up the tongs again and gesture towards some silverware a bit away.] Knives are over there.

[jazz_psychology]

Thanks! [She took the steak and a knife. Sitting down nearby, she started eating.]

So I've been wondering about the chains. What happens exactly if they don't get wound back up? Or get wound too far? People seem to be worried about both possibilities.