Golf for dinner?
~ Menu ~
A three (Golf) course meal for the enthusiast
~ Starter ~
On the T
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Lightly fried, crispy chicken balls on a bed of shredded lettuce
~ Mains ~
On the green
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Seasonal green vegetables with tagliatelle, in a leamon dressing
~ Desert ~
In the sand pit
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Crème Brûlée with Marshmellow Topper
He presented his dishes one by one, each one causing a wide range of "Hmmms", "tisks" and "ahhhhh"'s. He had decided to theme his entire meal, playing on the word 'course' within the game of Golf. The first dish was a little bit of an illusion and the idea was to use the little sticks to squewer and eat the balls. While the second two were simply symbolic in their general appearance. If they had no idea what Golf was, then it might fall down flat on it's face... but whatever the case, it would taste nice.
He had done all he could now and all there was to it now was to wait for the verdict.
He set out into the town to pass some time, but as he left the competition building, he was bombarded with a series of questions from reporters that had been lying in wait. He answered their questions as carefully as he could manage, being sure to engage in the process and look happy despite his preference to disappear into the crowd for some piece and quiet.
"How did it go?" ... "What did you serve?" ... "Do you have anything to say to Sunpha?"
He described what he had served, explaining the game of Golf, which he only really knew in passing, to ensure the reference was not totally lost. "Me 'ave 'ad a lovely day and et 'as been a pleasure to cook far dat judges totrial. Me just 'ope dat dey enjoyed me fud and me very much wish Sunpha every success wid 'er own dishes."
It was an hour before he got out of the thrum and while he loved cooking and was happy to share his experience with anyone that would listen, he was still a little wary of reporters since his previous slip-up.
He was just heading down the main street when he spotted someone he recognised. It was one of the street urchins from before. He waved happily to catch their attention, but they didn't seem to notice him. Without another thought, he set off across the road and into the ally to say hello, but just as he got there, the child had climbed a pipe and jumped into a window.
The building looked like a large warehouse from here and it clearly received deliveries of some kind. The other side of it fronted onto onto another of the main streets in the town. There was a door at ground level and the street went on past the building and out of sight.
The Devil on My Shoulder
Curiosity: We are SO going in there!
Winston: Nuh, mun, dis is nat a gud idea.
Curiosity: Yeah, I didn't say it was a good idea, I just skipped all the preamble and cut to the chase.
Winston: No, perhaps dem is trying to... be private?
Curiosity: Woah! That was weak dude. Even for you. We are SO going in.
Winston: Dem might be hiding from someone. Perhaps dem need HELP?
Curiosity: There we go. Your nearly there, big-man. Keeeeep going.
Winston: Yeh, mun. Me should make sure dems nat in danger or causin' trouble.
Curiosity: OUS! Lets get in there!
Curiosity: We are SO going in there!
Winston: Nuh, mun, dis is nat a gud idea.
Curiosity: Yeah, I didn't say it was a good idea, I just skipped all the preamble and cut to the chase.
Winston: No, perhaps dem is trying to... be private?
Curiosity: Woah! That was weak dude. Even for you. We are SO going in.
Winston: Dem might be hiding from someone. Perhaps dem need HELP?
Curiosity: There we go. Your nearly there, big-man. Keeeeep going.
Winston: Yeh, mun. Me should make sure dems nat in danger or causin' trouble.
Curiosity: OUS! Lets get in there!
He made his way over to the building, checking for prying eyes as he went. The drainpipe was clearly sturdy enough to carry a child and so one more ferret was unlikely to cause a problem.
Climbing the drainpipe carefully, he made his way up to the window before jumping across to the windowsill. There was no evidence that the child had broken in ... Did someone let him in? ... Winston peered through the open window to see a dark and empty room.
He climbed into the building, being careful to lower himself to the ground as gently as he could. He moved as silently as he could.
He was in an atic-room of some kind. He could see tracks in the dust from where the child has passed through. Winston decided to follow the child's tracks, using their footprints as best he could to disguise his own, hopping lightly from one to the next. He wanted to leave as little evidence he had been here as possible.
It was a short distance to the hatch, but as he approached he could hear voices. They were talking about a meal... He tucked his ear to the crack in the hatch and as he did so, he spotted the boy crouching a little way off, at the corner of a door, just out of sight of those inside.
"Yes, the food was 'passable', but I have had much better and it was not 'gourmet'. The remit was for a gourmet meal." This voice was a woman and did not seem impressed.
"Yes, but she is very good with the people and popular with the press." The second voice was male and seemed to be trying to convince the first.
"This is a cooking competition, not a popularity contest." This time the voice was indignant, but Winston considered that they sounded like they might be trying to convince themself as well as their conversational partener.
"Hahahaha! You're kidding me right? You know this is one of the largest publicised cooking events I think there has EVER been?" His tone was derisive as he snorted. "This is almost ONLY about popularity if you read the papers and we need people's support." The first person sighed in a resigned fashion. "Sunpha is a great contestant for us..."
Winston ghasped and then quickly slapped his hands over his mouth. They were judges for this competition!
The sound did not go unnoticed as the boy's head spun around in panic. It WAS one of the urchins from the previous round and right then he looked terrified. The boy moved backwards and lost his footing, slipping and knocking the door. He panicked and ran for the window on his floor.
Winston lost sight of the boy as he ran under the hatch. There was the sound of a window being opened and the the sound of footsteps coming up from the room down below.
Winston had to move ...
The Devil on My Shoulder
Curiosity: Why is he SPYING on the judges?!
Winston: Now es nat de time far dis, me gotta hide.
Curiosity: You already ARE hidden. Just stay quiet and answer my question.
Winston: I don't know. Perhaps a reporter is paying them to get information?
Curiosity: Or perhaps someone is trying to cheat?
Winston: I need to hide!
Curiosity: Behind the box. Over THERE. But, who? We have to follow them and find out!
Winston: Nuh, mun, we 'ave tuh nat get spotted an' arrested like last time!
Curiosity: ... Yeah, OK. That was not MUCH fun. But later ...
Curiosity: Why is he SPYING on the judges?!
Winston: Now es nat de time far dis, me gotta hide.
Curiosity: You already ARE hidden. Just stay quiet and answer my question.
Winston: I don't know. Perhaps a reporter is paying them to get information?
Curiosity: Or perhaps someone is trying to cheat?
Winston: I need to hide!
Curiosity: Behind the box. Over THERE. But, who? We have to follow them and find out!
Winston: Nuh, mun, we 'ave tuh nat get spotted an' arrested like last time!
Curiosity: ... Yeah, OK. That was not MUCH fun. But later ...
Winson moved as silently as he could, away from the hatch and hid behind some boxes in the attic, just in case. The footsteps passed under the hatch and stopped at the end of the hall. "Oi! Don't come back! Bloody thief!" The man yelled, more as a futile warning than an actual threat.
There was a bang and a click as the window was closed and locked before the man walked back under the hatch and into the other room again, grumbling under his breath, about the state of the town these days. Winston heard the two of them begin to continue their conversation before he decided to make his way over to the still-open attic window and climb back down the drainpipe.
He was extra carful this time to avoid getting spotted until he was a safe distance from the building, at which point he put on his best 'nothing going on here' air and strolled back into the Town proper to return to the competition building.
OOC Supporting Threads and Knowledges
You ARE a blacksmith, right?
Some knowledges that Winston has that support this thread's effort:
Some knowledges that Winston has that support this thread's effort:
- Cooking: Keep the simple bits simple, but perfect
- Cooking: Garnish
- Cooking: Recipie: Crispy Chicken Balls
- Cooking: Recipe: Crème Brûlée
- Cooking: Deep Fat Frying
- Acting: Presentation
