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Who: Eugene Woods and all would-be and actual cooks of the fleet
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Vanquish galley
When: November 30th

Hey again, everybody. Eugene, back with you from my galley sweet galley above the Vanquish.

[He has a little look around, which honestly doesn't take much more than some pointed glancing.]

You know, for a walk-in closet with a few appliances and a protein paste dispenser, it really does grow on you. And, speaking of growing-

[Right on cue, he lifts a large jar that had been resting in his lap, setting it down on the galley table. It's mostly full of something that looks like paste. Off-white, faintly bubbly paste.]

I'm proud to announce that this little guy is surviving the perils of space travel just fine, and has produced a nice batch of rolls that I'm just praying the oven doesn't try to burn while I'm recording this and distracted. In anyone wants their own sourdough starter, I'll be happy to share the secrets of fresh, homemade bread with anyone who has a clean jar and a kitchen capable of giving them at least some flour, salt, and oil. I'll be in the Vanquish . . . more or less for the forseeable future. So come by if you've been missing your leavened, carby delights, and I'll get you set up.

[The oven does seem to be cooperating today, and within minutes of the broadcast, crewmates aboard the Vanquish should start noticing the aroma of fresh bread baking.]

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A job? Sounds great.

[Why the heck not. It's something to get him out of the kitchen-bunk-kitchen-bunk slump he's fallen into.]

In terms of bar foods? I can definitely manage all your bread-based things with this, so . . . here, let me show you what we have in our kitchen.

[He pushes himself to his feet and grabs the camera, taking it on a tour around the Vanquish galley, lifting the items as he narrates them.]

This is our setup. If I'm going to be doing food prep I'd need a bigger refrigerator and more counter space. More than one frying pan and burner. If you want soups or stews, a pot like this would be good. And some containers with lids for storage - stuff that fits in the refrigerator. Seasonings - definitely a must. The more of these you can get, the better. Protein paste - good for flavor, texture, faking meat in a pinch. And in all the dry goods in the pantry here, I'd have to say what I use the most of is the flour, sugar, oil, powdered milk, canned meat, dried fish, dried veggies, and . . . yeah, dried beans. The bread ingredients, meat, spices, and protein alone could make for a decent bar menu, but that's the bare minimum.

Edited 2015-12-06 18:12 (UTC)

[Varric seems to be taking notes.]

I have some of that on my own ship-- and we're lacking a cook-- but I'd be more comfortable getting separate things, just in case we get a new chef and they're really attached to the... dried potato flakes.

Do you want a separate kitchen or can I just cordon off some space in the back for you?

As long as I can keep it clean, have a place to sit, and there isn't a ton of foot traffic wandering through? I'm not exactly picky.

[He could go into details, but he doesn't want to bargain himself down by admitting that he's eaten food cooked, say, in the dry space under a parked van.]

Where are you sourcing your drinks from?

Then I'll have it as a feature. It might be good to have people be able to talk to the cook, too. Especially if you're good. [He's assuming the man is good, but if there had been any complaints, he would've heard them by now.] And I'll make sure you can get privacy if you need it. All my bartenders will be the bouncer types, just in case.

Where am I not sourcing my drinks from? That's a better question. I pick up stuff here and there as we go along. Most of it is from the dust moon, but I inherited some kelp shit and then there's the usual waystation fare.

How's your homebrew setup coming?

Well! I'm glad to announce that we're now reliably putting out a clear spirit with pretty minimal aftertaste! At least, considering we're making it in a salvaged rig out of straight-up sugar mash.

[He gives a rueful look at that, because oh, his kingdom for actual fruit or aromatics or heck, even some acceptable wood to fake a barrel-aged liquor.]

We'll have something that tastes better once we find a planet with fruit, but for right now it does the job pretty well.

As long as it doesn't kill people immediately, we can serve it.

[He rubs his stubbly chin.]

Fruit, huh? I think Sprout-- er, Asteffiel-- has some kind of apple tree growing in the lab. I haven't looked in a while. It might be the ornamental kind, it might not. I'm no expert.

Oh, man. I don't know if I have anything to barter that's worth space-fruit. I think we're okay just bottling stuff and waiting for a planet where we can buy the rest.

[It's not really a bother to him, and he gives an idle shrug. He's had worse, definitely.]

I can bring a jar of it with me, see what magic the bartenders can work with it in the meantime.

Don't worry about that. He approached me all eager to help. He just loves plants.

[Varric doesn't know the first thing about actually making beer, so he had been waiting for this kinda thing.]

Can't be any worse than moonshine made in some guy's dirty bathtub.

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