(aha i have no cooks in my clan :''') i should get one after this)
Trey grimaced when it was revealed that he'll have to incorporate
flowers into his dish. Entering the competition wasn't even his idea; Aretha had said she was hungry and pushed him in the direction of
Mistral Meals, with the direction to "make her something". The Pearlcatcher was sitting in the sidelines, and when Trey glared at her, she gave him a thumbs up.
Trey wanted to strangle her for putting him through this. However, the juvenile wasn't one to back down to a challenge, even if it was a cooking challenge.
And besides, I've cooked before. Trey reassured himself, though whether or not his dishes tasted good was the question.
Trey looked down at his supplies, and gingerly picked up a flower by it's petal. "Ugh, plants," He muttered under his breath. As a Wildclaw, he obviously preferred meat over plants, but they also reminded him of his old clan in the Viridian Labyrinth. He tossed the flower back onto his work space, and looked around. He spotted pots and pans, knives, eggs... Wait, eggs? Didn't his old clan use to make something that involved eggs?
"Eggs!" He exclaimed, and quickly ran over to them and snatched them up, earning weird looks from others. As he scurried back to his station, he also took a deep pot with him, and slammed it onto the counter. The eggs were placed more gently. Trey was starting to remember the recipe, though there will have to be a couple of changes here and there.
Trey filled up his pot with water, about half way, and placed it onto a stove and cranked up the heat. Trey picked up a
Heart Rose, and started to pick off its petals and drop them into the vat of water. His claws tore up the delicate petals, but they were still usable in his books. After he was done decimating his Heart Roses, the water was already boiling. Trey took a wooden spoon and started to stir, adding in a couple
Winterbelles to add sweetness. The Wildclaw tapped his spoon on the side of the pot to get rid of drippings and set it onto the table. He went over and grabbed his eggs, which was seven in total, and dropped them one by one into the pot of rose tea. Trey found an over-sized lid and placed it over the pot.
As the eggs were cooking, Trey turned his focus to the
Blue Roses. He titled his head as to think of what to do with them, when he remembered what the theme for the Jamboree was this year. Trey grabbed another pot, this time smaller, and filled it with petals from the Blue Roses. This time he was too impatient, and just grabbed the petals and messily ripped them from its greenery. Out of the corner of his eye, Trey saw a carton of blueberries, and added them to pot with the roses. The pot was placed onto the stove next to the first pot, and the heat was turned on. Trey also added the rest of his Winterbelles to the pot, and determining that the amount wasn't enough, he went to find sugar. He instead found honeycomb a couple of stations over, and took it back to his work space. Upon arrival, Trey found that his large pot of eggs was boiling over, and he cursed and quickly ran over to it, placing the honeycomb on the counter. Trey grabbed the pot by it's handles and moved it swiftly onto the counter, hissing at the burning pain.
"By the Gladekeeper," He spat out through clenched teeth while shaking his claws. He tried to ignore the pain as he returned to his jam, scrapping out the honey from the honeycomb into the other pot. He started to stir with the wooden spoon, mashing the blueberries and petals together to form a paste. He let that sit, and returned to his other pot. Trey wrinkled his nose as he took out with the spoon each egg and set them on the counter, not wanted to be burned again. He then lightly tapped each egg, slightly breaking the shell but not enough for it fall off, and returned each to the pot. On his last egg, Trey accidentally hit it too hard, and it smashed into a pancake. Trey growled and scrapped it off the edge. He returned the pot to the stove, this time with the flame on very low.
He then checked on his jam, and stirred it for a while before transferring it into a bowl. Trey frowned at it.
Who likes warm jam? He thinks to himself, before looking for someplace cool he could place it. He spots a hole in the ground that was filled with ice, and marched over and placed his jam in there with other's creations.
Then he sat down and waited. The eggs still needed to simmer for a while, and his jam still needs to cool down. So Trey waited, watching the other contestants work on their recipes. After a while, Trey realized that he probably should have baked some bread to go with his jam, but at that time the eggs were basically done and Trey was growing tired of cooking. He took the pot off the stove and took out the eggs again, and quickly and messily peeled the still hot eggs, burning his previously burned areas. He placed them onto a plate, before remembering about his jam, and runs to go get it. He returns, taking another plate and added six generous dollops of the blueberry-rose jam randomly on it, and placed an egg on each on.
Now that the cooking was finished, Trey had time to admire his handiwork. The pale-pink marbling on the eggs stood out on the dark blue of the jam, but the presentation was a bit too messy. Trey was proud of his handiwork nonetheless.
He was about to take a bite of his creation when he saw the Coatl judge come over, and he quickly stood up straight next to his Rose Tea eggs with Blueberry-Rose jam.
"Egg roses tea... above-in blue rose flower- I mean, uh,
I mean, berry..." Trey racked his head for the correct word in the native-Coatl language that meant 'jam'.
"... soup." Close enough. His mother was a Coatl, so he should have a better grasp on the language, but he was better at understanding than speaking. He just hoped that his butchering of the judge's language wouldn't be points taken off.
