OOM: Cooking with Moist

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart leads the way upstairs, to his room, and opens the door.

There are books stacked beside the divan now, and a long table with bowls and knives and fruit in basket.

"Bath first, or cooking first?"

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[scots_wolf]

"Klatchian seems to be a lot like our oriental," Urquhart says. "And that's what much of my cooking is like."

[morethanprops]

"I've never been there, but their food is rather nice. It did take me a bit of time to get used to it, since it can be so spicy,"

Finally he spots a towel and carefully gets out, they have splashed water all over the place.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart stands up as well, water dripping from his hair and pelt.

While the tiles are a bit slippery, they will dry easily, and not give problems as boards or rugs would.

[morethanprops]

This is why Moist took the time to put his clothes on a chair, he doesn't like having his things get too messy.

Once he's out and slightly drier, he relaxes on the bed, "I've helped make pastries, long ago."

[scots_wolf]

This is Urquhart's room. He just gets a new shirt, and new breeches, and otherwise pads around on bare feet.

"What did you do?" he asks. "Knead the dough? Fill it?"

[morethanprops]

"Both and help shape it sometimes. I got to eat whatever was leftover,"

His grandmother enjoyed her baking and Moist helped her a lot when he was growing up just as he helped his grandfather with the dogs.

[scots_wolf]

"Was that when you were a kid?" Urquhart asks.

The phrase 'I got to eat whatever was left over' seems to suggest as much.

[morethanprops]

Moist nods as he contemplates Urquhart's clothing selection and pulls on a smaller looking pair of pants.

They're comfortable, but require a good bit of cinching to fit.

Its odd to talk about this with anyone, but Moist doesn't mind too much with Urquhart.

[scots_wolf]

"I helped stuff haggis when I got to eat the left-over filling," Urquhart says, remembering. "That works on kids every time. Bribe-able like dogs, all of them. But we learned that way, didn't we? I still know how to make haggis, but won't inflict it on the unsupecting."

He's gone to his kitchen sideboard, and contemplated things there.

"I think three big eggplants will be enough," he says, weighing them in his hands.

[morethanprops]

"I've known some kids who can get really picky, dogs will be happy for attention and food. What makes it so hard on the unsuspecting?"

Moist walks over and looks at what Urquhart's choosing.

[scots_wolf]

"It's a sort of rough sausage or paté, made of sheep's harts, liver and lungs, with onions, oatmeal, herbs and spices, stuffed in the sheep's stomach and then boiled, cut in slices, and fried," Urquhart says. "It's a speciality of the country I'm from, and all the neighbouring countries swear it's unspeakably awful. Which isn't true, of course."

He takes an eggplant, cuts off the green part with a large kitchen knife, then cuts it into long slices, then crosswise again to longish bits with purple skin on either end. "That how one cuts an eggplant, at least for what I'm making," Urquhart says, and offers Moist the knife for him to cut the next one.

[morethanprops]

"That sounds rather tasty,"

He nods and starts cutting, he's naturally neat so the pieces end up about the same size.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart grins at him, broadly. "Flattery will get you anywhere," he says, "or at least to where I am going to make a haggis one day so you may try. You're doing that well."

He is cutting up onions, presuming that Moist will at least know how these are supposed to be done.

[morethanprops]

"I've eaten curtains in pastry, that sounds much more flavorful."

[scots_wolf]

"Curtains?" Urquhart says. "What?"

[morethanprops]

"In walago, its pastry made from curtains, it can be quite tasty if made right. What should I cut up next?"

He's finished off the second eggplant by this point.

[scots_wolf]

"Curtains," Urquhart says. "Your world is crazy."

He grins, shaking his head. "Never mind, a third eggplant would be good as we're not having any meat with this."

[morethanprops]

"It makes sense if you're used to it. I'll try haggis sometime if you'll try walago,"

Moist smirks and kisses Urquhart's cheek.

[scots_wolf]

"I can do that," Urquhart says. "I've been given the sheep's-eye treatment among the Arabs, so I guess I won't find that too weird. Now, rice."

[morethanprops]

"I promise walago is tastier than any kind of eye."

[scots_wolf]

"And as they can make just anything here, I guess we can just order it from the bar one day," Urquhart says. "But the haggis, I will make myself."

He is measuring water into a pot.

[morethanprops]

"Yes, she probably can make it better than I can."

[scots_wolf]

"I suppose so," Urquhart says, putting the water on the burner to boil. "Otherwise, you wouldn't need to learn, would you?"

[morethanprops]

"No, and I never paid much attention to exactly how the pastries were made. I enjoyed shaping them more."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is getting out a wide, mid-high pan, puts it on a burner as well, and liberally adds olive oil.

"Water and oil must be hot before you add what you're going to fry or cook," he says. "That's an important part."