Remy Wolfe (remywolfe) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-06-16 16:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-17 |
And to know me as hardly golden...
Who: Remy Wolfe and an NPC Alair
When: Present
Where: Remy's House
What: A little food therapy
Being raised in the south, Remy was bred on gumbo and even though her mother more or less hated her, it was the one thing besides magic she was taught. If there was anything 'fun' about her childhood, it was cooking up a big pot of gumbo with her mother. She seemed almost softer in the kitchen as they chopped the holy trinity and stirred the roux. Taking it in turns to make sure it got to the right consistency and colour before bringing the celery, onions and green pepper in.
Living so close to the coast, it was seafood, specifically shrimp gumbo that Remy was used to and even though Michigan wasn't exactly rife with it, she went with what she knew best. Pouring in the shrimp stock, Remy tried not to linger on the memories of the hours spent in her childhood kitchen with her mother and instead focused on the ingredients that were to go next.
What she was going through wasn't exactly nostalgia but with everything that had happened recently, Remy needed something comforting. Nothing was more comforting than a nice big bowl of seafood gumbo. The aroma swirled through the big house, rousing Mati, Renard and Alair before it was even close to being done.
"I haven't had that in years, " Alair said quietly from the door. "Missing home?" The words were layered thick with surprise but spoke in the same soft voice.
Remy shook her head and smiled. "No, just... hungry." Emphasizing the word, she hoped Alair understood the meaning behind it. She needed something that reminded her of, not simpler times but of relief. Whenever there was gumbo in the house, everyone seemed less hostile and more like a family. Her brothers were quieter, her father subdued and her mother... nicer. The insults slowed, became less frequent and Remy was almost positive that seafood gumbo was a cure for evil.
So combining all those ingredients into a big pot on the stove? It was like boiling away all the bullshit in her life and curing the evil in herself, Remy needed this for more then sustenance. It was almost an emotional crutch, a way for her to get through a day with all the things she'd done to the few people she'd befriended in Scarlet Oak.
Although she knew it was only soup, Remy was from the south, where food is everything and if that mean saving your soul, the very essence of yourself? Then so be it.