Gregor’s raucous voice boomed in the kitchen amongst the rattle of utensils, barking orders to his staff. He strode from table to table, inspecting every dish, tasting this sauce, smelling that pot. This was a most unusual day. They were cooking for the elite. The slightest mistake, and he would lose his job, and most likely his head at the same time. He could feel the heavy pressure on his shoulders, but he had to keep a cool head. This was a challenge for him. The perfect occasion to demonstrate his skills, his ability to run a kitchen and manage a large staff. He could prove useful.
He was, in fact, quite proud of what he had come up with. He had composed a menu with the finest dishes Noxian cuisine had to offer. The scents of food floating in the air alone were a reward for his hard work. As he gave a look to his pocket watch, a small, satisfied smile appeared. A rare sight. He could even allow himself a short break.
Charity gala's menu
Hors d’oeuvres
Avocado and salmon tartare
Carrot and avocado salad, with reblochon cheese and Kumungu oranges
Crème brûlée au foie gras
Main courses
Duck filet and pears in honey sauce
Noxian endive tart
Rock lobster gratin with morels and truffles
Desserts
Glazed nougat
Red berries sorbet
Floating Island on its pistachio cream