1st Ashan, 718
People were hungry and they were getting everything ready. Faith had called in the people, supplies and equipment from the food kitchen and that was immediately relieving the situation. They had to get these people fed, the volunteers and the survivors. Thankfully, the large pot which she had would allow that to happen, ensuring that everyone would have a good, hot stew inside them. However, in order to do that she needed to get the ingredients sorted, and so she made her way to the kitchen area. They had time for her to make bread, but she was pleased to see that she didn't need to. Joqet, from Cally's, had been busy and had made onion bread, tomato bread, individual rolls and long batons of bacon and cheese bread. When she got in there, Faith saw them working there and she smiled, emotion overwhelming her as she did. They were here, they were helping and as much as she'd known they would, it still delighted her that they were.
"This smells good," she said, walking in and getting an apron. She'd already been at work for breaks at this point, had pulled corpses and survivors out of the rubble and had made decisions she'd rather not have to make. Yet. Somehow, things were happening and so, she went to wash her hands before she cooked. "I'm going to make some croutons. Have you made them?" Faith asked her sous chef and Joqet shook her head.
"They're made with bread, but unlike the usual small ones, we're going to make large ones and bake them. We do it with already baked bread, so the bread is twice baked." Faith was moving as she spoke and, as she always was when in a kitchen, she seemed relaxed, happy and somehow like the cares and concerns she had were gone from her.
"So, lets get some bread. What we're going to do here is just pop it in the oven for a little while, so the bread is warm when we're working with it, alright?" She did that, putting four loaves in to the oven. It would only be a few bits before she took them out again, but in that time Faith got some garlic and onions ready, crushing and slicing. By the time she'd done that, she pulled the bread out and then, quickly sliced it into large cubes. "So, we're going to roast these cubes with the onion, but first I'm going to rub some garlic on them and then, once they're in the tray, just a slight drizzle of oil." She did that, then covered them with sliced onions and put them back in the oven. "Alright then," Faith said, with a smile to Joqet. "Shall we start on the soup?"
Joqet nodded, keen to see if it was correct, what she had heard. "So this pot?" Faith grinned at her and nodded. "Yes. It will feed a lot of people. Which is good. We have a lot of people here. But I still want to make sure that we're ready for more if needs be." This was, in fairness, the first time that the cooking pot was likely to get used to it's extreme, so she knew that they'd have to be prepared because Faith wasn't entirely sure what the extent of it was. She knew that it fed more than three hundred people but, other than that, she didn't have a clue, because she'd not pushed it this far. Would this give her more answers, she wondered. Maybe, was the conclusion.
594 words
Baking: Twice cooked bread
Baking: Extra large croutons
"This smells good," she said, walking in and getting an apron. She'd already been at work for breaks at this point, had pulled corpses and survivors out of the rubble and had made decisions she'd rather not have to make. Yet. Somehow, things were happening and so, she went to wash her hands before she cooked. "I'm going to make some croutons. Have you made them?" Faith asked her sous chef and Joqet shook her head.
"They're made with bread, but unlike the usual small ones, we're going to make large ones and bake them. We do it with already baked bread, so the bread is twice baked." Faith was moving as she spoke and, as she always was when in a kitchen, she seemed relaxed, happy and somehow like the cares and concerns she had were gone from her.
"So, lets get some bread. What we're going to do here is just pop it in the oven for a little while, so the bread is warm when we're working with it, alright?" She did that, putting four loaves in to the oven. It would only be a few bits before she took them out again, but in that time Faith got some garlic and onions ready, crushing and slicing. By the time she'd done that, she pulled the bread out and then, quickly sliced it into large cubes. "So, we're going to roast these cubes with the onion, but first I'm going to rub some garlic on them and then, once they're in the tray, just a slight drizzle of oil." She did that, then covered them with sliced onions and put them back in the oven. "Alright then," Faith said, with a smile to Joqet. "Shall we start on the soup?"
Joqet nodded, keen to see if it was correct, what she had heard. "So this pot?" Faith grinned at her and nodded. "Yes. It will feed a lot of people. Which is good. We have a lot of people here. But I still want to make sure that we're ready for more if needs be." This was, in fairness, the first time that the cooking pot was likely to get used to it's extreme, so she knew that they'd have to be prepared because Faith wasn't entirely sure what the extent of it was. She knew that it fed more than three hundred people but, other than that, she didn't have a clue, because she'd not pushed it this far. Would this give her more answers, she wondered. Maybe, was the conclusion.
594 words
Baking: Twice cooked bread
Baking: Extra large croutons
