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maskormenacelogs2018-07-23 01:07 pm
darkov) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-07-23 01:07 pm
mid-season cooldown (semi-open)
WHO: residents and friends of MF#10
WHERE: MF#10
WHEN: post-Shimmer, pre-Pantheon evening
WHAT: we eat
WARNINGS: andy's here so there's that and maybe someone dies from eating marty's cooking?
Thanks to Andy's short-sighted but well-meaning shopping during a week of muddled ages and mindsets, an abundance of food is set to expire at the same time. This means trash day is going to actually smell, or...or a bunch of culinary failures try and make do for round two of the casserole wars. It's been a particularly hard stretch of days, aging aside: Anderson's gone, leaving a very distinct hole in the hearts of many here, and perhaps because of a need to fill it, this routine is picked up once more.
(Now of course, because this house is well acquainted with the fallout from poor food choices, fan-favorite takeout has also been procured in almost similar abundance. It's perhaps why some friends were given more earnest requests to show up than others -- please finish this excess we're physically not equipped to do so ourselves.)
The absence of the most stable and gifted member of this oddball family has also led to another unusual occurrence this time around: Martin manning a stove. He doesn't trust himself to read instructions, let alone follow them, but he pulls from memory something from Olvoski that he recalls chopping vegetables for many times, even if he never picked up a ladle in his life.
The result is something soup-like...but really, it's mostly just chopped-up potatoes and carrots boiled in water. It's desperate for seasoning of any kind, so those who are savvy enough to know that can somewhat salvage it, should they dare to even try. Otherwise, enjoy the blandest, soupiest mush of root veggies this side of...I don't know, a famine or something.
Beyond that, there's always alcohol to scrub all flavor from your taste buds! There's always alcohol here. Thanks, Andy.
WHERE: MF#10
WHEN: post-Shimmer, pre-Pantheon evening
WHAT: we eat
WARNINGS: andy's here so there's that and maybe someone dies from eating marty's cooking?
Thanks to Andy's short-sighted but well-meaning shopping during a week of muddled ages and mindsets, an abundance of food is set to expire at the same time. This means trash day is going to actually smell, or...or a bunch of culinary failures try and make do for round two of the casserole wars. It's been a particularly hard stretch of days, aging aside: Anderson's gone, leaving a very distinct hole in the hearts of many here, and perhaps because of a need to fill it, this routine is picked up once more.
(Now of course, because this house is well acquainted with the fallout from poor food choices, fan-favorite takeout has also been procured in almost similar abundance. It's perhaps why some friends were given more earnest requests to show up than others -- please finish this excess we're physically not equipped to do so ourselves.)
The absence of the most stable and gifted member of this oddball family has also led to another unusual occurrence this time around: Martin manning a stove. He doesn't trust himself to read instructions, let alone follow them, but he pulls from memory something from Olvoski that he recalls chopping vegetables for many times, even if he never picked up a ladle in his life.
The result is something soup-like...but really, it's mostly just chopped-up potatoes and carrots boiled in water. It's desperate for seasoning of any kind, so those who are savvy enough to know that can somewhat salvage it, should they dare to even try. Otherwise, enjoy the blandest, soupiest mush of root veggies this side of...I don't know, a famine or something.
Beyond that, there's always alcohol to scrub all flavor from your taste buds! There's always alcohol here. Thanks, Andy.