Frank ran down the stairs of his house in the mid-evening. He was about to go out and shoot so fireworks with his friends. The boys had gotten hold of so pri explosives, and he wanted to ss around with them. However, the mont he descended the stairs, he spotted his mother cooking dinner. Normally, his elder sister Maria assisted the woman, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Being the filial son that he was, Frank imdiately noticed that his mother was overwheld with the amount of food she was cooking. He sighed heavily before asking his mother where his bitch of an elder sister was.
“Mom, where’s Maria at? Shouldn’t should be helping you with dinner?”
The woman sighed heavily and shook her head before scolding her errant daughter.
“Your sister is out with her friends again, and on Sunday night nonetheless, I swear ever since that girl entered college she has beco an entirely different person…”
Though Frank was about to do the sa thing, it was a family tradition for the won to get together and cook a nice family al on Sundays. Frank knew little about the ways of cooking, but could perform the basics.
The boy could not stand to see his mother so disappointed. Because of this, he quickly pulled out his phone and texted his friends that he wouldn’t be able to make it before taking off his coat and hanging it in a chair. After doing so, he rolled up his sleeves and took up a knife, where he began to help his mother with the al preparation. The woman was surprised to see her son was helping and patted him on the head before teasing him..
“Look who is mommy’s little helper!”
Frank rely smiled. Unlike his father, he did not speak back to his mother; he had too much respect for her. In an era where less and less won were faithful to their husbands, his mother continued to be the glue that kept his family together. Currently, the woman was in the middle of making the sauce, which Frank was instantly curious about.
“Is that Alfredo? I’ve always wondered how you make it. Though I never knew that you made it fresh!”
The woman smiled as she quickly instructed her son how she made her homade Alfredo sauce. The woman grabbed hold of her boy’s cheeks and pinched them before teasing him once more.
“You want to learn mommy’s secret recipe? Very well, since you are being such a good boy this evening, I suppose I will show you. I start by warming up the butter and cream in a large saucepan with low heat, where I let it simr for two minutes. If it is boiling, you’ve gone too far!
After that, I add in the fresh garlic that I have sauteed in butter as well as other seasonings such as salt, pepper, Italian seasoning, dried basil, oregano, and onion powder. From there, I whisk it for about a minute while the garlic cooks.
After doing all of this, it’s a simple matter of adding freshly shredded Parsan cheese to the mix, and stir until it is lted and smooth!”
Now that you know, why don’t you cut up that chicken? We will then cook it and add it to the mix! Then you can eat your mother’s homade chicken Alfredo!”
Frank smiled as he worked alongside his mother to create the creamy noddle dish. They worked in tandem for so ti until the al was complete. They sat around the table for a few minutes before Frank’s mother received a text ssage.
It was a notice from her husband that he would be staying at work late for the night and to eat without him. She imdiately began to pout, noticing this Frank was already aware of what happened, and hugged his mother in an attempt to comfort her.
“Don’t worry, mom, you still have here!”
The woman wore a pretty smile before serving up the food. She was happy knowing that her son had decided to cancel his plans to eat dinner with her.
“That’s right, I will always have my little Franky Boy to look after !”
Frank chuckled lightly as he and his mother said prayers before taking a bite from his al. The intense flavor of the chicken Alfredo imdiately caused the dream to end, and Marcellus to wake up from his nap with a large strain of drool coating his docunts. The dream was extrely vivid, as was the process of how to cook the al. He had no choice. Marcellus knew he would not be satisfied until he tasted this dish for real.
Luckily for him, there were a few chickens that the idiot Honorius kept around the palace that he could butcher to sate his desire. As such, he quickly left his office and entered the yard where the chickens sat and played around.
Marcellus grabbed Honorius’ favorite chicken, whose na was Ro, and dragged it off to be beheaded. With the swing of a hatchet, the prized possession of the previous emperor was decapitated. With its death, Marcellus had begun to butcher it thoroughly, first by removing its feathers so all that remained was skin, and then by cutting off the breast.
Once the white at was fully removed from the chicken, he brought it to his slave, Sigefrida, who was already in the kitchen. She gazed upon the gory scene with shock before mocking Marcellus for his actions.
“Did you just Butcher Ro? Isn’t that a bad on? After all, it shares the sa na as your precious city?”
Marcellus rely chuckled at the woman’s joke before handing over the fresh at.
“Put this on the grill, will you? I plan to take so of our food stores and make us a unique treat…”
Sigefrida was surprised to see that Marcellus was willing to cook, but sure enough he had fired up the stove and raided the pantry where he made use of locally produced cheese, dairy cream, and the other herbs that were necessary to reconstruct the al he had tasted in his dream. Though he did not know what parsan was, he knew from the dream it was so form of cheese, thus he made use of what he had to make the tasty Alfredo sauce.
Sigefrida could sll the savory aroma of the Alfredo sauce and was surprised. It was not sothing she had ever encountered before. However, she did not ask what Marcellus was up to, and instead grilled the chopped chicken breast for him. Once it was complete, Marcellus mixed it together. Unfortunately, pasta did not exist yet, and because of that, he could not make the exact food he had tasted in his dream. Instead, it turned into a creamy chicken soup.
With the food fully prepared, Marcellus served three bowls, one for himself, one for Placidia, and one for Sigefrida. Once he and Sigefrida had sat down, he called out to the missing girl with a voice so loud it echoed in the halls.
“Placidia, get your ass in here. It’s lunchti!”
Within monts, he could hear the sound of footsteps descending from the stairs until the sight of the young woman rushing through the door caught his eye. Placidia looked at the food, and was quite surprised to see that it was not sothing she recognized. She quickly asked what the food was as she sniffed its savory aroma.
“What is this?”
Marcellus rely smiled before informing the girl of the na of the dish.
“It is a new creation. I saw it in a dream. It is called Chicken Alfredo. Co, taste it and give your honest opinion.”
The trio sat down at the table and feasted upon the bowls of Chicken Alfredo soup. They were surprised when they tasted it; it was so much better than anything they had ever tasted before. The Romans had relatively bland food that would normally be considered inedible by modern standards. Things such as field mice and flamingo tongues were considered a delicacy by the Roman elite.
However, Marcellus had an advantage nobody else seed to have. He received dreams of his past life while he slept. Who knew they would extend to the culinary arts? Unfortunately, he was lacking in several things, such as basil, pasta, onion powder, etc. However, he had so garlic on hand, as well as salt, pepper, and oregano. So it wasn’t a total wash.
Though the dish wasn’t quite the sa as he rembered in his dream, it was a close enough amalgamation, which the two young won by his side seed to enjoy as they dined on the creamy soup with fat smiles on their pretty faces. Placidia could hardly contain her joy as she exclaid her thoughts aloud.
“This is the best thing I have ever tasted!”
As for Sigefrida, she could not help but agree. She nodded her head silently while eating the al with as much grace as a re slave could manage. Upon seeing that they both thought it was tasty as he did, Marcellus ca up with another bold idea for inco. He planned to open up stalls which served this new al, and whatever else he may dream of in the coming days. He was beginning to think he might beco the founder of a new era of Roman cuisine!
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