May 22, 2009 18:51
He'd gotten the idea from his conversation with Jon Snow a few days prior. Cooking. Presumably the exercise only required one to follow a set of directions. Following directions was perhaps not a skill Archie was particularly known for, but he managed well enough to become a fourth lieutenant in His Majesty's Navy. That, surely, boded well for the experiment he was about to conduct.
Roasted pineapple. It sounded benign enough, and simple. The dish's name was recipe enough, at least in Archie's mind. He'd left that particular recipe book sitting in the rec room, the page only briefly glanced over. But he had a hankering for something sweet that day, and the two words floated up from his memory and entrenched themselves foremost in his thoughts. Kennedy had to have roasted pineapple, and he would.
Cutting the buggers off their trees was easy enough. He hated to use his sword for such a purpose, but the kitchen knife he'd borrowed just wouldn't do. Awkward, curious things the fruits were, but he got a handle on them by way of the green blades at the top. Swinging them much like a schoolboy would his books from a strap, Archie whistled to himself as he walked back home.
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