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Post by Primarch on Nov 21, 2009 23:07:34 GMT
Having returned from a traditional market he stumbled across, Alexander Linton-Davis was currently making a much loved breakfast. It was one he didn't get to have often, so he was making the most of it. Yes, the Irish Fry. Various meats and some egg were being done up, it would be a greasy delight.
With a glass of orange juice in one hand and a....flipping thing....in the other, he kept a careful, watching for meat that needed flipping. He was no master chef, but he learned a few things before leaving home. Making a fry was one of them.
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Post by whitequeen on Nov 21, 2009 23:34:12 GMT
Emma made her way down to the kitchen of her Academy. Her stomach was rumbling and she needed some nutrition in her. However instead of walking into an empty kitchen, the aromatic scent of cooking meat and eggs caught her attention.
"I didn't know you could cook." Emma said gently as she leaned on the door way. Ms. Frost knew that making her high protein shake wouldn't have been the poliet thing while Alexander was making his... fried stuff.
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Post by Primarch on Nov 22, 2009 1:50:57 GMT
"There's not much I can cook to be honest." he informed, glancing over to Emma for a moment before bringing his glass back to his lips. He did enjoy orange juice, t'was such a joy. Every morning it was a toss up between orange juice or a cappuccino or coffee or some such. Truth be told he had spent so long with his abilities, he had no idea how people found the time to take care of themselves.
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Post by whitequeen on Nov 22, 2009 2:05:49 GMT
Emma walked into her very nice kitchen and smiled at Alexander. She wasn't sure what he was exactly what he was cooking, but it was something meat. Her stomach grumbled as she watched him fixing his meal. The woman took a seat at the counter and rested her chin in her in the palms of her hand.
"So what exactly are you making?" she asked curiously without delving into his mind. Emma knew how touchy some of her staff were about that sort of thing.
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Post by Primarch on Nov 23, 2009 0:29:57 GMT
"Well its all meat from a pig, mainly." he informed, before pointing to each one. "Bacon, sausage, black pudding, white pudding...some egg. A very traditional Irish breakfast." And it was, even better when you put it into a baguette or half a baguette and smothered it in ketchup.
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Post by whitequeen on Nov 23, 2009 0:58:52 GMT
Emma nodded as she heard the very meaty description. It smelled quite good, but those things should be mixed together.
"Well I'll let you get back to that." Emma said while picking up the newspaper on the counter. Her blue eyes scanned the headlines. Nothing news worthy that would concern her.
"What is blood and white pudding?" she asked while re folding the paper back up.
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Post by Primarch on Dec 26, 2009 1:21:45 GMT
"White Pudding, is basically pork meat and fat, suet, bread, and oatmeal...although there might be something else thrown in, depending on local tastes." he explained, it was a basic enough little thing really. "Blood pudding on the other hand, or black pudding I call it, is very different altogether, you really just have to taste it." he suggested, giving her that look that suggested "you really want to try it."
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Post by whitequeen on Dec 28, 2009 15:49:21 GMT
Emma looked up at Alex as he offered her a portion of his creation. The woman shook her head politely. She wasn't that adventurous when it came to eating things that weren't on her normal menu.
"Thank you, but I don't think I will." Emma replied while mentally planning out what she would put into her breakfast smoothie.
"Got a figure to keep." she smiled.
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Post by Primarch on Jan 7, 2010 14:23:43 GMT
"Oh come on, its one little piece of pudding, you can spend an extra five minutes walking today and it'll be worked off, at the worst." he replied with a boyish smile. Alex couldn't imagine living a life some of those weight obsessed models lived, limiting themselves to only a few bites of meat at Christmas, and that was considered a treat. Heavens no, it was shocking.
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