004: Albert Heinrich (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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makinglies2013-10-23 10:45 pm
copesetic) wrote in makinglies2013-10-23 10:45 pm
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What's cookin' good lookin'?
[To say Jet's prowess in the kitchen was legendary wouldn't be a misnomer, per se, but it would definitely give the wrong impression. Uncanny still doesn't have quite the right ring. Infamous is most accurate, though even that doesn't quite encompass the sheer disaster. What comes to mind for Albert, albeit in a fanciful way, is one of those cartoon characters, the type that come on in the early mornings on Saturdays. In particular, the Tazmanian Devil; a whirlwind of destruction and mayhem. Thus why Albert has been doing all the cooking the entire time Jet's stayed with him.
It's not that he doesn't like to. On the contrary, he enjoys making food so long as it doesn't take all his time to prepare. He's often marveled at Chang's willingness to spend all his time in the kitchen doing the most menial and tedious of tasks. Albert tends to prefer getting already half prepared meals - pre-cut chicken, pre-shredded vegetables, pre-mixed batter and so on. The microwave had revolutionized his life when he could finally afford one (an old 70's model with dials and no computer chip; let's not get crazy).
Really he doesn't mind being the one to do all the cooking, especially when Jet is appreciative, but there should be at least a little give and take. Jet could stand to help with other chores once in awhile. After all, he's not really a guest so much as something more... well. Permanent. Not that Albert had said that explicitly, but he'd thought it clear what with them finally having the room and time to settle down and breathe and really find out if they can coexist.
There have been some... hiccups.
Even so, it's easy to put it all from his mind when he's standing there in his apron, hand rolling dumplings to go with the soup on the stove. He has a little bit of trouble keeping them light enough to float, but at least they'll still taste good. He thinks. He hopes. He even hums a little bit, some classical song that's been stuck in his head since that morning. Brahms or Vivaldi, he can't think of whose it is right now, only the violin concerto that wafts softly through his pursed lips as he tries to make sure the dumplings are all rolled into roughly the same shape.]
It's not that he doesn't like to. On the contrary, he enjoys making food so long as it doesn't take all his time to prepare. He's often marveled at Chang's willingness to spend all his time in the kitchen doing the most menial and tedious of tasks. Albert tends to prefer getting already half prepared meals - pre-cut chicken, pre-shredded vegetables, pre-mixed batter and so on. The microwave had revolutionized his life when he could finally afford one (an old 70's model with dials and no computer chip; let's not get crazy).
Really he doesn't mind being the one to do all the cooking, especially when Jet is appreciative, but there should be at least a little give and take. Jet could stand to help with other chores once in awhile. After all, he's not really a guest so much as something more... well. Permanent. Not that Albert had said that explicitly, but he'd thought it clear what with them finally having the room and time to settle down and breathe and really find out if they can coexist.
There have been some... hiccups.
Even so, it's easy to put it all from his mind when he's standing there in his apron, hand rolling dumplings to go with the soup on the stove. He has a little bit of trouble keeping them light enough to float, but at least they'll still taste good. He thinks. He hopes. He even hums a little bit, some classical song that's been stuck in his head since that morning. Brahms or Vivaldi, he can't think of whose it is right now, only the violin concerto that wafts softly through his pursed lips as he tries to make sure the dumplings are all rolled into roughly the same shape.]