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zaria ([info]bravely) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-13 09:03:00

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Entry tags:complete, day 3, group activity, jack harkness, lestat de lioncourt, okita souji, xena

Day 3- Country Cooking Class
Who: Xena, Lestat, Souji, Jack
What: Country Cooking Lesson
When: Mid-Afternoon
Where: The Kitchens
Rating: R- thanks to Lestat's foul mouth.
Status: Complete!

Xena started awake. She sat up and looked around her. The room was the same one she had woken up in for the past few days, but the soft sounds of breathing beside her told her that she was not alone. She looked down and smiled. Gabrielle was slumbering peacefully. Rather than wake her, Xena scooted gently out of bed and went into the shower. She showered and dressed in a clean set of leather armor and brushed her hair.

She peeked out into the room to find Gabrielle still slumbering. Yesterday had been a difficult day for her, and she understood her weariness. She watched her for a minute before she decided to go get some breakfast for the both of them. She opened her door, and heard the rustle of paper against it. She saw the envelopes taped to the door. One was for her, and the other was for Gabrielle.

She took them both off the door and shut it again. She pulled her envelope open and looked at the paper within. Her eyes widened and then she scowled. "Country cooking!" She hissed. Of all the stupid things. Gabrielle was the cook, not her. She wanted to open Gabrielle's envelope and she what she was going to be doing that day, but she knew it was Gabrielle's right to open her own message. She set the envelope on the bed next to her and turned back to the door.

Angrily shoving the envelope into the waistband of her leather, she stalked down the hall to find something for breakfast. She grabbed a few pieces of fruit, some bread, some cheese and a few bottles of water. She headed back to her room and left the breakfast on the table for Gabrielle before she left again.

She really didn't want to do this. She busied herself that morning with riding Argo, brushing her down afterward, and doing some more exploring. She knew Gabrielle was tired, and didn't want to haul her around with her all morning when she should be getting her rest. But, just before she went to the kitchen for the damnable cooking class, she peeked in on her. She wasn't there, so she must have gone off on her own adventure. Xena was satisfied to know that Gabrielle couldn't leave her again. Not if what this Planet said was true.

She headed into the kitchen and saw a Golem putting a round shiny disc with a hole in the middle into some metal box with a tray. It was attached with a bunch of vines to a bigger more square box with a glass front. Xena had still not learned about the wonders of TV and DVD players. She watched with interest, though she appeared aloof, as the Golem turned on the TV and fiddled with the DVD player.

Soon, a rather plump woman with grey hair appeared in the glass. Xena narrowed her eyes. This was quite strange, but there were a lot of things that were strange in this place. And then the plump woman began to speak. "Hi ya'll, I'm Paula Deen." Raising a brow, she watched the Golem hit a button on the DVD player to pause it until the others arrived.



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[info]lestat_00
2008-06-19 01:28 pm UTC (link)
Lestat was amused when the lady, this ‘Paula Deen’, announced that they were making ‘Drunken Chicken’…he actually chuckled, which was uncommon for him in such a crowd, “They don’t even have fingers. How did they hold the little bottles?”. The woman was telling them that they had to make a house seasoning now that they would later rub all over the inside and outside of the chicken.

Picking up his mixing bowl, Lestat looked at Captain Jack and mouthed, “I love rubbing!”.

The voice from the video instructed them, “1 cup salt, ¼ cup black pepper and ¼ cup garlic powder ”

When Garlic powder was mentioned, Lestat playfully gasped, “Garlic, no no help me!”, and then added it with no trouble at all and grinned at his own private joke.

Looking back up to Paula Deen she was washing and draining the cleaned out chicken. Lestat carried his chicken to the sink designated for his use and began to wash it…with a lewd grin, he looked at Souji and slid his hand down into the cavity of the bird, running his tongue over his lower lip. Then he looked at Captain Jack as he moved his hand in and out of the cavity of the bird. Next it was Xena’s turn as he slid his hands out over top of the chicken and rolled them around and around suggestively, “Must get those plump breasts nice and clean, eh?”, he purred.

With his chicken more than clean, he placed it on the drainer and, as he dried his hands, announced, “Some parts of this cooking can be rather invigorating, can’t it?”

Once their chickens had drained, the video had them rubbing the house seasoning inside and outside the chicken. Of course, Lestat winked at the Captain and purred, “Ready to rub, Captain?”.

Behind them, they could hear golems opening up grills that had apparently been prepared earlier…you could see the hot charcoals along the sides of the grills, with a wide space in the center.

”Open a can of beer and carefully insert a sprig of rosemary. Then, place the beer can into the body cavity starting at the rear of the chicken”.

“This reminds me of a party I once attended in Paris!”, Lestat quipped.

”Carefully place the chicken on the center of the grill, facing one of the banks of the coals, making sure not to spill the beer. Cover the grill and cook until chicken is done, approximately 45 minutes to 1 hour, turning the chicken as necessary. The chicken is done when the juice runs clear”

The vampire Lestat had been making jokes up until this point…he wasn’t so fond of fire. He remembered that time, long ago, when his beloved Louis and Claudia conspired to slit his throat and consume him in an inferno of flames in New Orleans. He shuddered at the memory. “Lucifer’s tits!”, he grumbled, as he gingerly arranged the chicken on the grill and eased the lid shut with a sigh.

”Now for the rest of the meal…”

“If I ever get home I’m going to kill that bitch!”, Lestat groaned.



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