Mornings [1/?]
anonymous
February 8 2010, 11:00:41 UTC
Spazzy anon from above. I hope OP overlooks the fact that domestic = food for me. It seems all I ever picture the Mediterraneans doing in modern times is cooking, eating, drinking and hanging out. Ah well…here goes nothing!
Turkey groans and rolls away from the incessant poking at his shoulder. The bed is nice and soft and warm and whoever is trying to wake him has a death wish. But for the moment, any resistance requires energy, energy he does not want to spend, so instead he tries to bury himself further beneath the sheets. They smell of the sea, musk and olives.
“Get up, get up, you moron! We overslept! We’ve got two more hours till they get here for lunch
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Mornings [2/?]
anonymous
February 8 2010, 11:04:24 UTC
For a few good minutes, the kitchen is filled with an odd mix of fresh garlic, brewing coffee and synthetic seafood. Turkey, sated and slurping noodles with a tiny plastic fork, leans on the counter beside Greece and idly watches him gather, chop, regather and rechop already thoroughly minced garlic before scooping them by the flat of his blade and placing them gently to one side of a white plate
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Mornings [3/3]
anonymous
February 8 2010, 11:06:35 UTC
There’s a tense pause before Turkey remembers and looks for the crudely bottled ingredient in the refrigerator. Greece sighs and adds this and the cup of red wine to an already heated saucepan on the stove. While waiting for the mixture to reduce in half, he moves about washing dishes
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Re: Mornings [3/3]
anonymous
February 8 2010, 14:39:11 UTC
Ah, this is amazing! I love their relationship in this, fighting all the time but still getting along very well. And the idea of them all meeting together is really cute. <3
Re: Mornings [3/3]
anonymous
February 10 2010, 22:46:46 UTC
awww this is so sweet! It sounds very domestic and I love how you put the parts of the recipe in the fic! And all the cooking details ~ very nice! I can smell the lovely kitchen smells ahhhhhhh I love kumin bread! So nice to see Turkey/Greece not fighting and yet so in character
Stuffs you would like to be interesting in:
Roast Leg of Lamb Recipe - http://www.cutting-edge-mediterranean-recipes.com/roast-leg-of-lamb.html
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Mornings
Turkey groans and rolls away from the incessant poking at his shoulder. The bed is nice and soft and warm and whoever is trying to wake him has a death wish. But for the moment, any resistance requires energy, energy he does not want to spend, so instead he tries to bury himself further beneath the sheets. They smell of the sea, musk and olives.
“Get up, get up, you moron! We overslept! We’ve got two more hours till they get here for lunch ( ... )
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Thank you for writing this!
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It sounds very domestic and I love how you put the parts of the recipe in the fic! And all the cooking details ~ very nice!
I can smell the lovely kitchen smells ahhhhhhh
I love kumin bread!
So nice to see Turkey/Greece not fighting and yet so in character
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