GO drabbles! With footnotes!
I blame them on the culinary theme I've posted on pompom_power for February, if you want to know.
Kudos to dacian_goddess who betaed and explained my mistakes to me. Twice. With small words. She is the best beta ever.
Aziraphale was a messy cook. There was no other way to put it (1). His definition of cooking seemed to imply flour floating in the air, a faint smell of burnt butter, and a frenzy of activity that had very little to do with efficiency in any shape, kind or form (2).
Yet, whenever the angel invited him over for dinner, Crowley invariably popped up two hours early, eager to catch him in the middle of his preparations.
Crowley enjoyed these moments when the angel let slip his benevolent mask to show an array of emotions Crowley had yet to see in other circumstances.
In his kitchen, Aziraphale went from worry to surprise, from mild panic to modest triumph, from that adorable frown of concentration that drove Crowley mad with desire to kiss it away to, once every millionth times, angelic bliss when he managed to attain the exact taste he had been aiming for.
That, in Crowley's opinion, was well worth the damage to his designer suits (3).
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(1) Well, maybe there was, but Crowley wasn't about to search for a nicer wording, was he?
(2) And stains everywhere but on his neatly pressed apron. Just One Of Those Things That Happen.
(3) Well, one of them that had been sacrificed to these occasions. No point in ruining all of his wardrobe.
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Crowley's Top 5 Dishes
- Takeaway curry from that little shop two streets away from Aziraphale's. He has honed his command to perfection, and makes everything within his power to have the current owner stay. (1)
- Miracled Yorkshire Pudding. He has a special knack for it, it comes out of the oven just the right temperature and tastes heav… extremely good.
- Sandwiches. Like everyone, he piles his favourite foods between two slices of bread for a snack. Unlike everyone, he then takes off his sunglasses and glares at the sandwiches. The crust falls off, and every ingredient strives to taste its best, knowing that the least tasty one will be ostensibly removed from the sandwich. Works wonders.
- Nouvelle Cuisine. It takes an infinite amount of time to organize three peas and a see-through slice of roast beef in perfect display (2) - and Crowley's ability to keep food at the right temperature for ages comes quite in handy.
- Chocolate-coated self. Never had anyone complain about that one.
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(1) Inflicting Amnesia on Immigration and Food Inspection agents doesn't count. Getting him to phone his mother once a week so that she stopped threatening to come and get him back home does.
(2) Not to mention coming up with suggestive messages and writing them around the plate with the sauce to make Aziraphale blush…
Kudos to dacian_goddess who betaed and explained my mistakes to me. Twice. With small words. She is the best beta ever.
Aziraphale was a messy cook. There was no other way to put it (1). His definition of cooking seemed to imply flour floating in the air, a faint smell of burnt butter, and a frenzy of activity that had very little to do with efficiency in any shape, kind or form (2).
Yet, whenever the angel invited him over for dinner, Crowley invariably popped up two hours early, eager to catch him in the middle of his preparations.
Crowley enjoyed these moments when the angel let slip his benevolent mask to show an array of emotions Crowley had yet to see in other circumstances.
In his kitchen, Aziraphale went from worry to surprise, from mild panic to modest triumph, from that adorable frown of concentration that drove Crowley mad with desire to kiss it away to, once every millionth times, angelic bliss when he managed to attain the exact taste he had been aiming for.
That, in Crowley's opinion, was well worth the damage to his designer suits (3).
--
(1) Well, maybe there was, but Crowley wasn't about to search for a nicer wording, was he?
(2) And stains everywhere but on his neatly pressed apron. Just One Of Those Things That Happen.
(3) Well, one of them that had been sacrificed to these occasions. No point in ruining all of his wardrobe.
&&&
Crowley's Top 5 Dishes
- Takeaway curry from that little shop two streets away from Aziraphale's. He has honed his command to perfection, and makes everything within his power to have the current owner stay. (1)
- Miracled Yorkshire Pudding. He has a special knack for it, it comes out of the oven just the right temperature and tastes heav… extremely good.
- Sandwiches. Like everyone, he piles his favourite foods between two slices of bread for a snack. Unlike everyone, he then takes off his sunglasses and glares at the sandwiches. The crust falls off, and every ingredient strives to taste its best, knowing that the least tasty one will be ostensibly removed from the sandwich. Works wonders.
- Nouvelle Cuisine. It takes an infinite amount of time to organize three peas and a see-through slice of roast beef in perfect display (2) - and Crowley's ability to keep food at the right temperature for ages comes quite in handy.
- Chocolate-coated self. Never had anyone complain about that one.
--
(1) Inflicting Amnesia on Immigration and Food Inspection agents doesn't count. Getting him to phone his mother once a week so that she stopped threatening to come and get him back home does.
(2) Not to mention coming up with suggestive messages and writing them around the plate with the sauce to make Aziraphale blush…