8 Ash, Year 123
[Closed - Solo]
Hilana hummed as she bustled around the kitchen at the Citadel. The servii were well-used to her, and if Hilana wanted to cook, they let her cook so long as they weren't busy. She generally timed her schedule in there to make sure that she wasn't underfoot. Some of it she might do at her apartment in the Luxium and bring back to finish off here; other times, she took full advantage of the big kitchen and enjoyed it. Today was one of those times. She'd gotten a whole bunch of chickens from the village below the Citadel, and they were on the menu for dinner. But first, she wanted to make a fresh batch of harissa paste, and that meant knuckling down and working on the chilis that she had grown some time back and had dried out. All of these were native to the Solunarian kingdom, and she had picked a few that had different flavour profiles - some packed heat, while others were more of a smoky flavour to them.
But she also had those that were not flaming hot - trays of roasted red peppers were cooling on the counters, and she had scraped the skins off of them and put in a bowl for Hayima'el. Those had been quartered and seeded, the seeds in their own jar to go back to Solunarium with her in order to plant them and grow more. It may have seemed like a lot of food that she was making, but once she blended that paste down... amounts were deceiving. The spell of spice was filling the kitchen, and the girl hummed to herself, all but dancing in place. The dried chilis had been soaking in a pot of water to reconstitute them, though they wouldn't be in there for much longer. That process allowed the flavours to deepen and strengthen, and it would give just that much more punch to the paste.
[Closed - Solo]
Hilana hummed as she bustled around the kitchen at the Citadel. The servii were well-used to her, and if Hilana wanted to cook, they let her cook so long as they weren't busy. She generally timed her schedule in there to make sure that she wasn't underfoot. Some of it she might do at her apartment in the Luxium and bring back to finish off here; other times, she took full advantage of the big kitchen and enjoyed it. Today was one of those times. She'd gotten a whole bunch of chickens from the village below the Citadel, and they were on the menu for dinner. But first, she wanted to make a fresh batch of harissa paste, and that meant knuckling down and working on the chilis that she had grown some time back and had dried out. All of these were native to the Solunarian kingdom, and she had picked a few that had different flavour profiles - some packed heat, while others were more of a smoky flavour to them.
But she also had those that were not flaming hot - trays of roasted red peppers were cooling on the counters, and she had scraped the skins off of them and put in a bowl for Hayima'el. Those had been quartered and seeded, the seeds in their own jar to go back to Solunarium with her in order to plant them and grow more. It may have seemed like a lot of food that she was making, but once she blended that paste down... amounts were deceiving. The spell of spice was filling the kitchen, and the girl hummed to herself, all but dancing in place. The dried chilis had been soaking in a pot of water to reconstitute them, though they wouldn't be in there for much longer. That process allowed the flavours to deepen and strengthen, and it would give just that much more punch to the paste.