A Big Bowl of Comfort [Solo]
Posted: Thu Feb 29, 2024 10:25 pm
80 Ash, Year 123
[Closed - Solo]
Hilana was getting together the ingredients for dinner. It was promising to be hearty - with the season's end coming, the chill was in the air, even with the sun. There was nothing she liked better than a pot of stew or soup - it was like a nice warm hug, especially when it stuck to the ribs. On the kitchen counter, she had her ingredients lined up - a large hunk of lamb shoulder, her jug of oil, onion, carrots, celery, a sack of tiny, tender potatoes, a sunheart gourd, a handful of garlic cloves, the jar of tomato paste that she had processed earlier in the season. A pot of beef broth that had been cooking since that morning would be utilized, or at least part of it - she had other plans for the rest of it, but a third of it would go into tonight's dinner for the trio. The jars and bowls of seasonings, not to mention those that grew fresh in pots along the windows had been collected and set to the side as well - salt, pepper, cumin, paprika, rosemary sprigs, and bay leaves.
Knives, spoons, bowls, and cutting boards were at the ready, along with a basket to take her extra bits and odds and bobs down to Hayima'el for a snack when she got the stew cooking. While she wanted to tackle the shoulder first, she knew it would be better to get the vegetables going and then she could do the lamb - the order of operations when it came to preparing the stew was less strict than it might have been with baking, but if she got the vegetables prepared first, once she butchered the lamb, she could put her attention on it and focus rather than leaving it to brown in the pot while she attacked the other components of the stew, and she didn't have use multiple cutting boards if the meat was the last thing on the first one.
[Closed - Solo]
Hilana was getting together the ingredients for dinner. It was promising to be hearty - with the season's end coming, the chill was in the air, even with the sun. There was nothing she liked better than a pot of stew or soup - it was like a nice warm hug, especially when it stuck to the ribs. On the kitchen counter, she had her ingredients lined up - a large hunk of lamb shoulder, her jug of oil, onion, carrots, celery, a sack of tiny, tender potatoes, a sunheart gourd, a handful of garlic cloves, the jar of tomato paste that she had processed earlier in the season. A pot of beef broth that had been cooking since that morning would be utilized, or at least part of it - she had other plans for the rest of it, but a third of it would go into tonight's dinner for the trio. The jars and bowls of seasonings, not to mention those that grew fresh in pots along the windows had been collected and set to the side as well - salt, pepper, cumin, paprika, rosemary sprigs, and bay leaves.
Knives, spoons, bowls, and cutting boards were at the ready, along with a basket to take her extra bits and odds and bobs down to Hayima'el for a snack when she got the stew cooking. While she wanted to tackle the shoulder first, she knew it would be better to get the vegetables going and then she could do the lamb - the order of operations when it came to preparing the stew was less strict than it might have been with baking, but if she got the vegetables prepared first, once she butchered the lamb, she could put her attention on it and focus rather than leaving it to brown in the pot while she attacked the other components of the stew, and she didn't have use multiple cutting boards if the meat was the last thing on the first one.