Even though my life hasn't been all that great
1010/2000 WORDS @Ahote THEME SONG I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality. | Cillian smiled brightly at the camera. He was clad in a pant and jacket ensemble comprised of red leather and silver colored studs. He had no shirt beneath the jacket, but over it was a white body apron covering his chest that bore the words “Boar Hat” on the front. He had shaggy, silver colored hair and vibrant eyes as crimson as his clothes. He was exceptionally tall, standing several inches over six feet, with a body that was lean with corded muscles. He was standing in a rather large kitchen that was pristinely clean, the counter laden with a number of food stuffs, bowls, utensils, and other such kitchen accessories. There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, as he was clearly looking forward to everything that was about to happen. “Hey there, and welcome to the very first episode of Cooking to Die For! My name is Cillian duCrosse, and this is my cohost Ahote Laspor.” He gestured to the man standing next to him, giving him a quick moment to say hello to the viewers if he wanted. “Today, we’re going to walk you through the makings of a full four course meal and dessert, with a dinner most of you probably know and love but haven’t seen presented quite in this fashion before! We’re going to start with some pesto lasagna rolls that are going to be accompanied with some home made breadsticks and a zucchini and tomato ragu. Then, we’re gonna follow it all up with a couple slices of Ahote’s delectable chocolate mousse pie!” Cillian slapped his stomach enthusiastically like he was priming up a fat food belly for the upcoming feast, despite the fact that he had almost no fat to speak of on his body whatsoever. Looking over to Ahote, he told the man, “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get this fucking party started..!” Clapping his hands together, he moved over to the sink and washed his hands real quick and then came back over to where all the food was laid out. “Alright, for the lasagna rolls here is what we’re going to need: A box of lasagna noodles, unsalted butter, flour, milk, one egg, ricotta cheese, spinach, mozzarella, parmesan, pesto, olive oil, red pepper flakes, and a bit of salt and pepper.” As he named each ingredient, he pulled them all aside, separating them from the rest of the stuff the two of them had gathered for their recorded demonstration. Pulling out a large pot, he filled it with water and set it over the gas burning stove, turning the heat up to high. “So the first thing you’re gonna want to do is cook the pasta. Lasagna noodles can take a while so we’re gonna go ahead and get this water heated up. If you want to get your water to boiling a little faster, a good tip is to put some salt in it to lower the boiling point.” He picked up the salt grinder and crunch a healthy sprinkling of freshly ground salt inside the water before setting the lid on top and leaving it to boil. “While that’s warming up, we’re going to get started on our bechamel sauce.” He took out a skillet and set it on another burner, turning the heat on medium. As he verbalised the instructions, his movements followed suit, gathering up the amounts the recipe called for and adding them to the saucepan. “Put about two tablespoons of the butter in there and let it get nice and melty. Then we’re gonna add two tablespoons of flour and cook it for about two minutes until it’s got a nice toast color. While I’m whisking this, my buddy here is gonna give you guys a surprise drink recipe to have while you prepare your meal!” He would turn the facetime over to Ahote then, giving his counterpart the spotlight to do his bartending thing. Once his companion had finished, Cillian finished adding the rest of the ingredients for the bechamel sauce, incorporating the milk, salt and pepper, egg, spinach, every cheese in existence, and the pesto. “Now that the sauce is done, we’re going ot get this lasagna ready to bake! First you want to oil down your baking pan and then put a thin layer of the bechamel sauce down. Then, we’re gonna lay these cooked lasagna noodles out flat on a clean surface, spread a healthy portion of the sauce on them and roll them up into little pinwheels.” He did all of that just so, laying each roll up on the baking sheet with just a little bit of distance between them before taking the remaining sauce and drizzling it over the tops of all the noodles. “Mmm, yes. Trust me folks, this smells just as delicious as it looks. Now we’re gonna let this bake for about thirty minutes, removing the foil covering when there’s ten minutes left of the bake time.” Lifting up the baking sheet, he opened the preheated oven and shoved the pan inside before closing it and setting a timer for twenty minutes. Licking some of the sauce drippings off his fingers, Cillian hummed happily at the glorious taste. “My dude, you have to try this.” He grabbed a clean spoon and scooped up a bit more of the remnants of the sauce off the pan, offering it to Ahote to try with a big doofy grin on his face. Afterward, he turned back to the camera. “I’m going to get my station cleaned up here in preparation for the next dish, and in the meantime Ahote here is going to walk you through one of the delicious side dishes we have planned!” And with that, he got to worked tossing out the trash he’d accumulated during the cooking and moved all his dirty dishes over to one of the large basins of the sink, getting right to work on cleaning everything off so he would have more room and fresh utensils to cook his next dish with. |
I figure that if I live long enough, something good might happen.