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Post by Poppy Olivia Sokov. on Nov 27, 2011 12:34:54 GMT -5
kiss the cook!
"I really am not a fan of sand," that was a weird comment. When had she mentioned sand? She told him that she would make him dessert and something to eat-- so where did sand come from? Poppy watched as Adam walked towards the kitchen and opened her mouth to question him about the sand comment but he inturrupted her with another comment about food. Apparently he wasn't much of a cook and he was starving. That worried her a bit. If that was the case then wouldn't that mean he didn't have much food in his kitchen? The image of various frozen goods came across her mind-- things that she typically found in Mrs. Collins' kitchen. No one in that family was a good cook. In fact they had a profession cook in that house to make meals. Poppy and that cook often argued about how much spices were added.... Poppy was always right-- too damn much.
She ignored Adam's comment by laughing at it. Obviously he was joking and she was beginning to find that his rude nature towards her was affection the best way he knew how to express it-- and she was content. "If that is ze case, then no vonder you are so skinny!" Like she was one to talk. Poppy giggled again and pranced past him into the kitchen. It was strange how someone so left footed could simply dance past him like it was nothing. Infact she was awfully graceful about it as she did a ballet type twirl to a cabinet. "That's okay, I vill make Adem something tasty!" she said, seemlingly to herself, and opened the cabinet to examine what exactly Adam had in his kitchen. The determination in her eyes and the essence of her excitment towards cooking (or rather making Adam happy) seemed extreamly.... Japanese of her. Actually is was hitting much closer to the way a girl acted in Japanese Animes.
"Wow! You actually ave food in here!? Surprise surprise!" Minty Green eyes scanning the lables of spices and ingredients, Poppy could literally see a list of foods that would be perfect with each thing in Adam's cabinets. There were so many different things she could make him she almost couldn't decide. That was when she started to wonder what types of food Adam even liked. Should she ask him? She grinned-- no, she would figure it out on her own and surprise him! Now then, look closely at what he has in his kitchen. Poppy walked to another cabinet and looked at its contents-- different kinds of pasta caught her attention.
Of course! Adam must like italian food!
He has too, it would make sense. All the spices Poppy saw earlier were most compatible with most itallian foods, the pasta just clarified her judgement. So it was settled, she would make Adam something itallian. But what? She went over her list of italian foods that she personaly found good but that's when her mind wandered slightly to a past she was trying to forget.
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"So good!" the girl gasped. Poppy found herself smiling as she watched a girl with her face devouring a chicken meal at the table. She did look exactly like Poppy, but taller and with blonde hair. The only thing that had in commen were the green eyes. "Poppy you're the best cook ever!" the girl said to her little sister and continued to eat what Poppy now noticed was chicken over pasta... with lemon thyme creame sauce...
"I'm glad you like it... Del--"
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Poppy shook her head. No-- don't remember her. Forget all of that.... you're family is the Collins now... you have a mean older sister... your parents are never home-- you're okay with being alone. She shook her head again and grabbed the box of angel hair pasta and set it on the counter. "I hope this makes my stay less annoying, Adem." she told him as she searched his kitchen for everything she needed, a chicken breast she found in the freezer along with seasoning she thought would do it justice with italian flavor and things she needed for the sauce that would go on the pasta.
"En vhat should I make for after..." she wondered outloud, turning to look at Adam with searching green eyes. "You look like a chocolate lover to me." she smiled and tilted her head to the side, "Am I vight?"
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Post by Adam Maxwell Hale. on Dec 6, 2011 22:53:26 GMT -5
WE ARE ALL TOMORROW'S FOOD. [/size] Adam never wanted to be that guy. You know, the one who couldn't cook and ha to live off of ramen noodles and mac&cheese until he got married. He always told himself he was going to learn how to cook so that maybe he would have some redeeming quality to him. Something that made women want to stick around and put up with his cranky ass attitude. But alas he never learned, Adam devoting most of his free time to his studies of space and the moon or into keeping himself fit. As a result his cabinets were stocked with food that was never touched and spices that were never opened. He would have figured some of the food would have went bad, but alas he did just move into this place, so he purchased all this food recently. He grinned a bit at poppy's comment, shaking his head in a 'no' fashion. "You're going to tell me I'm skinny when you barely weigh a hundred pounds - if you weigh a hundred pounds," he said in his defense, watching as she pranced past him into the kitchen. "And you know how to cook apparently - what does that say about your food?" he teased lightly, knowing that her food probably tasted wonderful. At lest much better than what he could have cooked.
He stood behind her at the edge of the kitchen, watching as she gracefully danced her way to the cabinet and explained how she was going to give him a wonderful dinner. That was always good news, considering a good dinner for him was when he decided to get fast food, which was a rare occurrence. He hasn't had someone cook for him in a very long time, the thought making Adam smile a bit. He was content for the moment, watching Poppy glide around her kitchen gracefully. "You are more graceful cooking then just walking. Hopefully this wont end in disaster," he said, hands in his pockets as he watched curiously. He find of felt like he was being a creep, watching the small russian get prepared to make him a meal in this awful weather. "Looks like letting you stay here paid off," he taunted a bit more, flashing another grin as he continued to watch. Her enthusiasm was cute, he had to admit. She seemed so excited to bee cooking for him and he wasn't exactly sure why - but he wasn't going to complain.
"Of course I have food," he said, his voice hinting at him being somewhat insulted, but it was more of a 'why wouldn't i have food' kind of tone. Poppy went silent for a moment after that, Adam watching as she scanned the spices, no doubt trying to think of what to cook. He got curious at her silence, walking over slowly to the girl as he remained silent as well. He was thinking about that scar again, Adam's curiosity dying to know the story behind it. He was debating about just openly asking her or if he should try in indirect approach, because one way or another he was going to find out about it. Curiosity killed the cat, as the saying goes. He was standing next to Poppy when she snapped out of thought, he arching his eyebrow. "You alright?" he asked, watching her grab a box of pasta from the cabinet. He smiled, happy at her choice of food. "Angel hair huh? I think I can agree to that. Do you need any .. help?" he asked, not wanting to get in the way but wanting to learn none the less. Any tips from her will be beneficial to him at this point. "As long as you don't hurt yourself," he reminded, looking at her like a father looks to his daughter when he tells her to be careful.
Leaning up against the counter Adam just watched, studying her movements and methods carefully. He watched what she grabbed - chicken, spices and various other cooking things - trying to remember it in his mind so that later he could cook whatever it was preparing for himself. "Chocolate? How did you know?" he inquired, aching his eyebrow at her good guess. He loves chocolate - was it written all over his face or something? ____________________
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Post by Poppy Olivia Sokov. on Dec 7, 2011 20:19:56 GMT -5
kiss the cook!
Poppy's knowledge of Adam's favorite treat seemed to pay off. She had caught him completely by surprise. With a light giggle, she moved to the sink to wash her hands while Adam demanded she tell him how she knew. To be completely honest she DIDN'T know. She had no clue. The young girl simply shrugged her thin shoulders and turned away, searching for something in the lower cabinets. Maybe should should keep him on his toes, let him ponder on how she would possibly know that he loved chocolate. She continued to smile as she produced a shallow dish from Adam's cabinets, flashing it to him with a satisfied look on her face. "Vas lucky guess," she finally said as she placed the dish on the counter. Her eyes roamed the space next to the dish, glancing over the labels of the spices that she had lined up earlier, "Vesides, who no like chocolate?" she smiled.
Adam was adorable. He stood at her side with his arms crossed casually over his chest. No doubt trying to keep up his I don't care attitude, but hiding things from Poppy was never easy. She could see the glimmer of light in his mysterious eyes. The light glaze of interest and focus clouding his vision as he watched her hands mix together spices into the bowl. "flour... salt.... pepper..." she muttered to herself as she added the ingredients, slowly since she knew Adam was watching. It was amazing how well she knew the boy in a matter of hours. "and..." Poppy reached over to Adam and grabbed the bottle of Italian seasoning at the end of her line of spices. As she did so, her eyes glanced up at him with a caring emotion settling in their green color before they returned to her bowl of spice.
Poppy took a step back from her concoction and started to tap her finger on her lips in thought. With a nod she licked her finger and dabbed it once into the spice then sticking it into her mouth. The flavor of the spices was well balanced, perfect in her opinion. She smiled and pushed the bowl over to Adam, saying "Tell me vhat you think," and walking away to the stove and turning it on. It took her a moment to set up a pan on the surface and ready a teaspoon full of olive oil, which she dumped into the pan 3 times while it heated up. "Do you think I should add anything?" Poppy asked him curiously, now placing chicken breasts on an oven pan just to keep there so they wouldn't dirty the counter. It wasn't sanitary to have them lay on bare counter anyways. "I think it is balanced, ves? Not too spicy, but not boring to taste ather?" she smiled to him and tilted her head, brown curls shifting over her shoulder slightly. Her bangs swept over her eyes, completely covering her left eye and half of her right. Her hair was just so long that it seemed like it would get in her way but Poppy didn't seem to mind it.
With a pan nice and heated, oil bubbling, Poppy grabbed a chicken breast and dipped it into the spice after Adam had taken a taste. She flipped it over and over, making sure it was completely covered in spices before she placed it carefully into the pan. "I am not very good teacher am I?" Poppy asked after a bit of silence. The oil continued to pop, crackling to fill the silence. She reached up, turning on the stove's fan and turned to the tall blonde with a graceful turn of her heel, "Comeair, I'll show you how to do ze chicken."
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