Not Quite Gourmet

Jaden Ohanzee · 09-01-2012, 03:48 PM

[html]

Date: August 25th, 2012

Setting: Near the middle of Ikpiri'Aliqua

Time: Evening

Character Form: Optime

Dress: Bow, arrows, and quiver laid out in the grass near Jaden

[/html]

[html]

Words - 400+

The air was filled with the smell of seasoned cooking meat. The scent was incredibly alien on the sweet wind of Sangi’lak but delicious nonetheless. Jaden wasn’t an expert in the presentation of food but he found it was an incredibly entertaining thing to do. Taking different foods and adding anything edible to change how it tasted or felt on the tongue was intriguing. With so many tasty things in the wild the possibilities were nearly endless.

The Issum had built a cooking fire in a large field near the center of Sangi’lak. This place was not claimed yet or acknowledged and its only defining mark was patch of speckled and interestingly colored rocks with a stark white bone marker at its head. The marker was slender at the base with a large section at the top. An imperfect but still somewhat pretty carving of the moon and two names rested on the top. Mya and Christopher. It was a grave site. Jaden had come to name it Pitsitomak (beautiful home of the spirits) for the dead who resided there. It was a place that was only special to him so no one else would recognize it and that didn’t bother him. No one else needed to know the tragedy that haunted the grass and stones.

But his mind was still on the cooking. Roasting atop the flame with a tantalizing sizzle were numerous cuts of deer and elk. They smelled sort of sweet as he leaned over the heat carefully and lightly drizzled an infusion of sage, water, sweet syrup from the sugar woods, and an interestingly strong herb that was in fact chive but that Jaden had no actual name for. It was hard to describe why he thought this mixture would taste nice. After tasting all of the ingredients he could imagine how they would play together. This wasn’t his first time cooking all together but indeed the first time on Sangi’lak lands. It was difficult to find time to do something as unproductive as cook when the pack needed so much guidance and work. He had plans for tomorrow already set but tonight was his first to truly waste.

After he finished drizzling the slightly thick liquid and herb mixture out of a wooden bowl, he sprinkled a bit of sea-salt over the hanging meat and settled back to admire his work. He had to swallow as he salivated in anticipation for the flavor that would be his to savor soon enough. But it wasn’t finished and still needed time. So he sat a comfortable distance from the hot fire and gazed into the dancing flame.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?