03-19-2009, 11:13 AM
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311. For AG (:
The exquisite aroma of boiling red maple sap was floating around in the atmosphere. Once heated enough, the substance would become a light amber liquid most commonly known as syrup. Honoré already had a few bottles of homemade syrup lying around his cabin; five bottles were done and put aside for his pack mates should they ever feel like stopping by. As for the rest, well, he planned on making some “tire d’érable” as he called it in French. The Loas wasn’t sure what the correct term in English was though. Sugar on snow? He shrugged to himself, not really bothered with the proper expression for the time being.
Thankfully, starting a fire outside had not been necessary. His small cabin was dotted with a wood stove; its primary function was to keep him warm and the second one was to help with his cooking. Granted, he did not have many provisions and ingredients to choose from but that was about to change. He planned on making a small vegetable garden in his backyard once spring came. Honoré didn’t really consider himself to be a skillful cook but he knew enough to satisfy his appetite and constant yearning for variety.
Using two old rags to keep from burning his paws, the Québécois picked up the saucepan and carried it outside where he carefully poured a small amount of its content on a snow bank. The alabaster male then temporarily set the pot aside to focus on his taffy, twirling it around a stick. He repeated the process with several more sticks, grinning with satisfaction as he examined the candy. Too bad Phoenix Valley wasn’t home to many puppies. Children normally went crazy over maple taffy. Bah! At least he wouldn’t get his ass whooped by a bunch of angry parents because their children were high off sugar and bouncing off the walls.
The exquisite aroma of boiling red maple sap was floating around in the atmosphere. Once heated enough, the substance would become a light amber liquid most commonly known as syrup. Honoré already had a few bottles of homemade syrup lying around his cabin; five bottles were done and put aside for his pack mates should they ever feel like stopping by. As for the rest, well, he planned on making some “tire d’érable” as he called it in French. The Loas wasn’t sure what the correct term in English was though. Sugar on snow? He shrugged to himself, not really bothered with the proper expression for the time being.
Thankfully, starting a fire outside had not been necessary. His small cabin was dotted with a wood stove; its primary function was to keep him warm and the second one was to help with his cooking. Granted, he did not have many provisions and ingredients to choose from but that was about to change. He planned on making a small vegetable garden in his backyard once spring came. Honoré didn’t really consider himself to be a skillful cook but he knew enough to satisfy his appetite and constant yearning for variety.
Using two old rags to keep from burning his paws, the Québécois picked up the saucepan and carried it outside where he carefully poured a small amount of its content on a snow bank. The alabaster male then temporarily set the pot aside to focus on his taffy, twirling it around a stick. He repeated the process with several more sticks, grinning with satisfaction as he examined the candy. Too bad Phoenix Valley wasn’t home to many puppies. Children normally went crazy over maple taffy. Bah! At least he wouldn’t get his ass whooped by a bunch of angry parents because their children were high off sugar and bouncing off the walls.