Mistral Meals - Day 4
As soon as
Reishith learned he was going to the Mistral Meals as the night’s contestant, the other Sandsurges in the Weyr began to impugn his culinary skills. He glared at
Scorch: “You put them up to this!” he accused. Scorch just laughed. “Whyever would you think that? Surely you remember the treatment
I got last year! Now it’s your turn!” “But I
defended you!” Reishith protested. Still, he had to admit the ribbing was good-natured, rather than cutting. He also recalled that Scorch had put to work everyone who had tagged along to watch. It had actually been rather fun! “So…. this is going to be a group activity, eh?” The thought was confirmed by grins all around.
Once at the venue, he signed in, and then set them to work. No choice in the matter - they were making soup! “Scorch, get that pot of water filled up so we can start our stock. There’s still plenty of meat on these
Picked Over Bones, and they’re big enough to have loads of marrow inside. We’ll need aromatics…” He turned towards
Leapinth. “I am NOT peeling the garlic this time!” she said, “Let
Lizardeth do it!” Her sister gave her a dark look, but began the process. “Fine, you can work on the rest of these vegetables.
Lezard, how about you give her a hand with that? There are a lot here I want to add. These for the stock, those for the soup”, he pointed. He passed the
Infestation Maggots to
Suforuth to brown gently in melted butter. “
Coniferth, you won’t mind blanching these
Fragrant Orchids, will you?” The Windchanter had a resinous aroma all his own, so Reishith thought he wouldn’t notice the smell so much. “A little vinegar should neutralize them, and then just a quick dunking so the flavor beneath isn’t overwhelmed.” He sent
Heilequinth to pick out some tart red fruits and start a thick compote, while
Sassenath prepared a dumpling dough. “Okay, now we’re going to fill these orchids with the fruit and mold the dough around the petals…” He left three of them at it, while he strained his broth, with Lizardeth’s assistance. He added the soup veggies for eating,and let them simmer until tender, then the maggots, toasted golden. He helped finish the dumplings and slipped them in to cook with the lid closed, until they rose to the surface like clouds.
He had forgotten to keep Scorch busy. Scorch was not upset; it gave him a chance to inspect the booths. He stopped at the Windsinger’s Wokbook. This one was different… It did not appear the nocturne behind the counter was selling anything to eat at all! Just books? He poked through them, until a title caught his eye. He was about to ask the price, when he saw the sign that said “Take one, Leave one”. Hmm, that could work! He pulled out his trusty barbecue book, which he had been coming to feel he had outgrown. It wasn’t as thick as the book he wanted though. “Er, excuse me, is this okay to trade for that one?” he asked. “Yes, fine!” Tonraq replied - a little curtly, it seemed to Scorch. But no matter, he had his prize!
The soup was being dished out into bowls as he returned. “Oh., there you are! Just in time to eat…,” someone began, but he waved them off. “Reisihith! I got you something!” With a flourish he presented his friend with a hardback tome: ”Phineas Phynder’s Field Guide: The Comprehensive Compendium of Cultivated and Foraged Fungi” “No way!! Where did you get this? I’ve always wanted a copy, but I thought it was out of print…” Scorch gestured in Tonraq's direction. “Maybe we should treat him to some of your dumpling soup, huh?”