She’s not going to bother asking. Only going to raise her eyebrows as if to say, well? Show me.
...ah... this was no simple request or observation... but a test, and a challenge in its own right.
A moment is taken - both to collect his thoughts and his focus, before the dark-ginger begins to move, starting with the basics- flour, water, yeast, and a few other dry goods.
Before long, however, his slow, calculated movements give way to a frenzy - not unfocused, never uncontrolled or frantic, but all the same a flurry of different tasks run not one-after-another, but in parallel; a stir here, a knead there, a dice yonder and a fillet closer within the kitchen as he worked to impress his audience of one.
Several dozen ingredients, within the course of a good thirty minutes, had slowly - yet meticulously - congealed into several dishes: two different baked goods in two separate stone-fired ovens, multiple pots and kettles of different concoctions, an open-top grill of charcoal searing and smoking pink-ish fillets of fish even as he constantly seasoned them, and next to that a wok-like pan of oil within which a collection of oddly breaded shrimp was already nearing a golden-brown completion.
Before the hour had finished, and despite having a few lines of sweat dripping down the sides of his face, the Host maintained his constant pacing as he quietly plated, garnished, and served his beloved adoptive-mother the fruits of his labors...
...a white-rye sourdough bowl scooped out and filled with a rich, tomatoe-base clam chowder, a small glass of white wine, a tall glass of chilled oolong tea with hints of lemon and ginger, and a bed of herb-infused rice over-top of which had been poured a glistening pairing of citrusy smoked salmon and crispy coconut-shrimp, the latter of which had a small serving-cup of a dipping sauce that smelled of honey, orange, and ginger among other things... and far in the back in wait, sat a large, warm, flaky cinnamon roll with the slightest touch of caramel and toffee on top.
"...sorry for the wait, Mutti, but please, tell me what you think!"
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