Cooking is an essential skill. Every single adult should know how to make at least five dishes in my opinion. Unfortunately, I only know how to make one proper al: Okroshka. Pancakes don't count.
Naturally, simple pasta doesn't count either.
But then... what is a proper al?
To answer that question, I first ask this: What is a balanced diet?
Pizza every day is not healthy. It's okay once a month. Burgers, fried food, and oily food in general should be a treat, not a norm.
I have been called a no-fun-bitch because of this. So would point out I died too young and should've enjoyed good food more often. I have no regrets about that, though.
A healthy lifestyle is crucial to achieve happiness, however small.
Dying at age forty due to a heart-attack is not sothing anyone should go through when it cos to diet and healthy habits. Food is dicine, after all.
A balanced diet is sothing a lot of people would argue is expensive. Fruits and vegetables got too expensive after 2025, almost quadrupling in price worldwide. The key is to research, however boring that sounds, and look for good substitutes.
So, a proper al should contain at least five ingredients.
Fortunately... or unfortunately depending on how it's viewed, I never had the need to tip my toes in the culinary world. It could be said I was a lazy adult... and I bla that on pandemics.
Now, however, I can freely stroll around the city and purchase fresh, unpolluted ingredients.
Where am I going with this?
I don't know how to cook, and I want to change that. I have ti to learn, and food is cheap in Lumin Kingdom.
After Lapia fell asleep on my lap, I gave the Corvitex book another read until lunch ti ca.
Alyssa woke Lapia up and announced she was making lunch.
That was my chance, so I followed the Luzo to the kitchen.
She checked the pantry and put ingredients on the counter, then turned around. Her eyes widened a little in surprise at seeing right behind her. “Ah,” she uttered, then smiled. “Want to help?”
I nodded. “What do you need?”
Alyssa scratched her chin while thinking. “at,” she replied. “We have so in the refrigerator but its frozen. Do you still have so Uger at?”
“I do,” I confird. “How much do we need?”
She walked to the counter and poured the ingredients in different bowls. “Five kilos,” was her answer. “Wash your hands first.”
“Alright,” I sighed and did as told, then fetched a cutting board and put the at on it. “What should I do now?”
“Make sure they're the sa cut,” she chuckled, then pulled out a big pot from a cabinet, then placed it on top of the oven.
I stared at the at in front of . How do I tell the difference? I wondered, moving the pieces around. Well, as long as they all look the sa it should be fine... right? I concluded and engaged in the mini-ga of matching at types. After around ten minutes, and going over a few hundred kilos of at, I found ten similar pieces with a spine-like bone in the middle.
Bonte's work is quite precise, I noticed. They were all the sa size and had very little fat.
“You done?” Alyssa asked, standing next to . She had her arms crossed in front of her chest and an amused smile on her face.
I gave her a nod and gestured at the at. “Are these okay? I don't know how to tell cuts apart...”
The Luzo picked them up one by one. “Yep. Good job,” she praised and kissed my cheek.
This cooking business is pretty fun... I thought with a smile.
Alyssa took a bowl with flour and used her hands to cover the at with it. She looked at and smiled. “Cut the onions,” she instructed .
“Right.” I picked the blue onion and produced a legendary dagger.
“With a regular knife,” the Luzo added, giving a look.
I nodded and stored the dagger, then grabbed a knife from the table, peeled the onion, then quickly cut it.
“Do you know why told you to use a regular knife?” Alyssa inquired, having finished her thing and putting the at in the pot.
A nice sizzling sound ca from the pot.
“Uh...” I thought for a second, then rembered what Lapia told when we made breakfast. “Because a regular knife can't cut , and a Legendary dagger may?”
She nodded, then stared at the perfectly minced onion. “That was pretty fast,” she praised.
I gave her a triumphant smile. “I can do a thing or two,” I chuckled.
“Now peel the garlic,” she instructed and put pepper in the pot.
I nodded and grabbed the garlic, then squeezed it in my hand. I plucked the garlic cloves from between the peels and put them close to the pot.
She nodded and grabbed a purple vegetable, cut it in half, and placed it on my side of the counter. “Slice these,” she instructed.
I did and waited.
A very appetizing sll ca from the pot, tickling my senses.
She picked a black thing and started cutting it. She gestured at so red, long vegetabled. “Now slice those peppers.”
“Okay,” I replied and cut them in thin rings.
Alyssa kept putting ingredients in the pot while giving instructions.
After a few minutes she took the at out onto a plate.
It had a very beautiful brown color to it, and the sll was sothing that could wake the dead.
The Luzo continued to put ingredients in the pot, then waited for a little bit.
The sizzling and the sll intensified and filled the apartnt.
“Now we put the at back in,” she announced and did so, then added more ingredients.
I gulped at the rich fragrance. “That slls incredible.”
“I'm glad you like it,” Alyssa giggled and gave another kiss on the cheek. “Now we make the salad.”
I nodded. “Alright.”
The woman took small, red vegetables and separated them from the leaves they had. “Wash these,” she instructed, moving the green things my way.
I did as told and watched her for a bit.
Alyssa's hands moved precisely and quickly. Her long, clawed fingers helped her a ton when holding things down to keep them from slipping away. Her instruction were clear and easy to follow, and she didn't give tasks that required knowing proper amounts of ingredients. It was either cut this, slice that, wash that, peel that, ready that, etcetera.
The salad was surprisingly simple to make, and it was finished in under two minutes.
“Now we wait for the at,” Alyssa inford and leaned on the counter.
“That's it?” I asked, a little surprised.
She nodded. “Cooking is simple,” she replied.
I nodded approvingly, then gave her a hug. “Where did you learn this dish?”
“Down south, in Camaz, a Human country,” she answered. “Around... forty-two years ago.”
“I see.” I nodded and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “It slls delicious.”
“I learned it from a friend during a dungeon delve. I was around level one hundred and twenty....” she recalled with a smile. “It took a full hour to fully heal soone back then.”
I blinked a few tis in confusion. “That long?”
“That's how long it takes, usually. Especially at that level,” she confird.
“Is that why it takes too long to go up in levels?” I inquired, resting my forehead on hers.
She nodded. “Pretty much.”
“What's that delicious sll?” Lapia walked to us and joined the hug.
“The result of a joint effort,” I joked.
Lapia gave a suspicious look, then turned to Alyssa. “You didn't let her use fire, salt, sugar, or anything... right?”
The Luzo shook her head. “Nope. That's dangerous.”
My eyebrows climbed my forehead. “I'm right here...”
“I left cutting, washing, and slicing to her,” Alyssa continued. “I guess she doesn't know the difference between salt and sugar yet.”
“Hey...” I complained at the unfair remarks.
“She's improving... little by little...” Lapia sighed.
“I can't believe a woman her age doesn't know how to cook...” Alyssa lanted.
It was my turn to sigh. “Fair...”
Lapia chuckled, followed by Alyssa giggling.
“By the way...” the Elf began, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Did you see Pokora leave with Yolin?”
“I did,” the Luzo nodded. “About ti, if you ask .”
Lapia and I tilted out heads at the sa ti.
“You knew?” The Wizard asked in surprise.
“No,” the healer denied. “But co on, it was pretty obvious.”
It was my turn to be surprised. “How?”
Alyssa left the hug and gave us a smug smile. “You seem to be too focused on carnal desire, my dears...”
“Wait,” Lapia raised a hand. “I thought Pokora had the hots for Natasha.”
I gave Lapia a doubtful look.
The Luzo nodded. “Well, she does.”
I whipped my head to Alyssa. “She does?!”
Both turned to and raised an eyebrow.
“Really, Natasha?” Lapia demanded.
“Wait.” I shook my head. “What makes you say Pokora has the hots for ?”
Alyssa wobbled her head a few tis. “Well, she gives you this longing look. Like she desires sothing.”
I thought for a few seconds. “Ah...” I uttered. “Yeah... I get how you'd think that...” Pokora may wish for to be more Earth-like. Probably. I don't really know. Maybe there's a disconnect in so way, shape, or form. If she had the hots for , she'd say it... and it'd be pretty obvious with how hormone-riddled she's at the mont, I concluded. I'm not that dense, after all.
Lapia gave a suspicious look again. “What does that an?”
Alyssa turned to as well, waiting for an answer.
I scoffed and used the Luzo's words.. “You seem to be too focused on carnal desire, my dears.”
Right on cue, the pot started boiling.
“Lunch is ready,” I pointed out with a smug grin. “We'll continue this later...”
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