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The Judging
Centauri took careful and meticulous notes of Milch's processes as she moved to and fro about the kitchen, he narrowed his eyes skeptically at her cheery disposition.
"A family recipe huh?"
He scribbled a note.
"And exactly how experienced was your mother as a chef in a professional setting? How extensive is her resume for it to be passed down to you?"
ForestMoon laughed at his fellow judge and placed a carefree talon on his shoulders.
"I don't see how a recipe standing the test of time isn't in itself a qualification. Wouldn't you agree that there's no stricter judge than that of family?"
The banescale's snout twitched.
"I would not agree, most dragons have horribly unrefined palettes, children especially. Besides there's bound to be some bias towards a recipe from family."
The two bickered while the chefs worked their magic. Centauri took some more notes pertaining to the skill and professionalism of each chef. He was going to offer bonus points for Phoebe's cleanliness and choice to wear gloves- until she fell in and ended up making quite a mess. The judges stared in wide-eyed surprise that somehow a full glass made its way to the table, and the spiral scurried off.
Tempest snapped at some dragons standing off set.
"One of you slackers make yourselves useful and bring that one a towel or something!!!"
At last it was time to eat. ForestMoon was the first to step forward, breathing in the smell of freshly baked bread. He turned to Kafea.
"Why this bread smells quite divine! If the quality of your work is always this good, i'll happily take a coupon!"
With deft talons he grabbed some bread, took a forkful of fettuccine alfredo, and stuffed both into his maw at the same time, washing it down with a sip of the fresh wine. Licking his lips, he quickly scooped another forkful of fettuccine and handed it to Centauri, who regarded the food with narrow eyes.
"Now i'll be the judge of exactly how good a cook your mother was, I hope oyu don't expect bonus points for the garnish."
He shoved the pasta into his mouth, chewing slowly, then eyes widened in a pleasant surprise.
"My my, it's like each flavor was measured out perfectly, nothing overwhelms the other! The garlic compliments the cheese and it's all enhanced so well by these spices, even the texture is uniquely pleasant."
Remembering the spiral's comment on the wine being complimentary, the banescale took a sip from the glass. He found it an interesting choice to use one of the drier white wines, and quite a smart one, as it indeed was complimentary.
Tempest was the last to sample the food. Completely unable to discern the delightful subtleties of each dish, he found it passable.
Every platter was cleared and Centauri presented Milch's certificate with a smile on his face.
"For the rare act of proving me wrong, and upholding family tradition!"
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The Judging
Centauri took careful and meticulous notes of Milch's processes as she moved to and fro about the kitchen, he narrowed his eyes skeptically at her cheery disposition.
"A family recipe huh?"
He scribbled a note.
"And exactly how experienced was your mother as a chef in a professional setting? How extensive is her resume for it to be passed down to you?"
ForestMoon laughed at his fellow judge and placed a carefree talon on his shoulders.
"I don't see how a recipe standing the test of time isn't in itself a qualification. Wouldn't you agree that there's no stricter judge than that of family?"
The banescale's snout twitched.
"I would not agree, most dragons have horribly unrefined palettes, children especially. Besides there's bound to be some bias towards a recipe from family."
The two bickered while the chefs worked their magic. Centauri took some more notes pertaining to the skill and professionalism of each chef. He was going to offer bonus points for Phoebe's cleanliness and choice to wear gloves- until she fell in and ended up making quite a mess. The judges stared in wide-eyed surprise that somehow a full glass made its way to the table, and the spiral scurried off.
Tempest snapped at some dragons standing off set.
"One of you slackers make yourselves useful and bring that one a towel or something!!!"
At last it was time to eat. ForestMoon was the first to step forward, breathing in the smell of freshly baked bread. He turned to Kafea.
"Why this bread smells quite divine! If the quality of your work is always this good, i'll happily take a coupon!"
With deft talons he grabbed some bread, took a forkful of fettuccine alfredo, and stuffed both into his maw at the same time, washing it down with a sip of the fresh wine. Licking his lips, he quickly scooped another forkful of fettuccine and handed it to Centauri, who regarded the food with narrow eyes.
"Now i'll be the judge of exactly how good a cook your mother was, I hope oyu don't expect bonus points for the garnish."
He shoved the pasta into his mouth, chewing slowly, then eyes widened in a pleasant surprise.
"My my, it's like each flavor was measured out perfectly, nothing overwhelms the other! The garlic compliments the cheese and it's all enhanced so well by these spices, even the texture is uniquely pleasant."
Remembering the spiral's comment on the wine being complimentary, the banescale took a sip from the glass. He found it an interesting choice to use one of the drier white wines, and quite a smart one, as it indeed was complimentary.
Tempest was the last to sample the food. Completely unable to discern the delightful subtleties of each dish, he found it passable.
Every platter was cleared and Centauri presented Milch's certificate with a smile on his face.
"For the rare act of proving me wrong, and upholding family tradition!"