Post by ivy on Oct 23, 2009 10:34:13 GMT -6
It had been a while since she had cooked anything. The kitchen had had just the bare minimum which she was actually quite fine with. She hadn't really had all that much experience with "finer" cookware to begin with and the simplicity of the mess made it easier for her to figure things out. Besides she was having enough difficulty with the strange foods. Since this was the longest she had really spent by a water front she had never really eaten much seafood and forget cooking it.
She had managed, or so she thought, to cook the Mahi mahi fish correctly. The only reason she knew what the name of the fish was because she looked on the label the fishing market had slapped on it. This is going to be an interesting trip she thought to herself as she moved the steaming hot broiled fish to plates, trying not to burn her fingers in the process. She was an average cook at best, and had only cooked on land. Cooking in the small-ish kitchen, on a rocking vessel was an entirely different matter. She had almost planted her hand on a hot metal pan in an effort to keep herself steady.
Despite some minor inconveniences she had managed to put together a broiled fish, over some pasta she had found, buried in a cabinet as well as a somewhat spicy sauce to go over it. They were still in port so she cut up some fruit as well.. She figured that wouldn't be happening once they got out to sea. Fruit doesn't last very long.
She was somewhat satisfied with herself. If they have a problem, they can deal she thought flatly to herself. The apron she had found was at least three times to large for her, and she had needed to wrap the ties around her small waist several time to make it stay up, but it had done it's job. There wasn't a stain or smudge on her white blouse or dark green shorts. Satisfied, she ran her hand through her hair a couple of times before moving to the door to grab the plates. As the ship rocked backwards she grabbed onto the door frame to catch her balance. Looking over at the steaming plates she shook her head reconsidering her original plan. There was no way she trusted herself carrying those out.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought. Maybe she could make it down the hall…how far was the room again… She walked over to the open door and stuck her head out into the hall. Down the hall a ways she could see the first mate and her face lit up. “Excuse me!” she called with smile “Mr. Beazl, I have a slight issue and you might be able to help me.”
She had managed, or so she thought, to cook the Mahi mahi fish correctly. The only reason she knew what the name of the fish was because she looked on the label the fishing market had slapped on it. This is going to be an interesting trip she thought to herself as she moved the steaming hot broiled fish to plates, trying not to burn her fingers in the process. She was an average cook at best, and had only cooked on land. Cooking in the small-ish kitchen, on a rocking vessel was an entirely different matter. She had almost planted her hand on a hot metal pan in an effort to keep herself steady.
Despite some minor inconveniences she had managed to put together a broiled fish, over some pasta she had found, buried in a cabinet as well as a somewhat spicy sauce to go over it. They were still in port so she cut up some fruit as well.. She figured that wouldn't be happening once they got out to sea. Fruit doesn't last very long.
She was somewhat satisfied with herself. If they have a problem, they can deal she thought flatly to herself. The apron she had found was at least three times to large for her, and she had needed to wrap the ties around her small waist several time to make it stay up, but it had done it's job. There wasn't a stain or smudge on her white blouse or dark green shorts. Satisfied, she ran her hand through her hair a couple of times before moving to the door to grab the plates. As the ship rocked backwards she grabbed onto the door frame to catch her balance. Looking over at the steaming plates she shook her head reconsidering her original plan. There was no way she trusted herself carrying those out.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought. Maybe she could make it down the hall…how far was the room again… She walked over to the open door and stuck her head out into the hall. Down the hall a ways she could see the first mate and her face lit up. “Excuse me!” she called with smile “Mr. Beazl, I have a slight issue and you might be able to help me.”