Continued 15 Winter 522
Inspecting the last main ingredient of his stew, Moritz looked over the seaweed. Picking up a piece, Moritz eyed it first, checking its quality. At the touch it was somewhat wet and slimy, but otherwise looked normal enough for seaweed. Next he gave it a sniff, getting a strong scent of the sea and saltiness.
Eyeing it closely, it did appear someone had cleaned the seaweed before bringing it in, perhaps in the sea, since he did not see any little bits of other things. No dirt, chunks of sand, bugs, or any other little things in it. Considering it was Sunberth he was a bit surprised by this, and inspecting the rest in the container he it seemed most if not all was clean.
Seeing as the material was clean, Moritz picked up a piece and decided to take the next step of testing a new ingredient, tasting it. As far as he knew seaweed was not poisonous, even raw, so it seemed likely to him it would be fine. And it was after all a food ingredient, and a plant one which in his experience was more likely to be okay raw than animal products like meat.
Moving it over to his mouth carefully Moritz took a small bite, carefully chewing it up. And then he chewed. And chewed some more. And kept chewing. Planty, seemed the best way to describe it in the moment, or so the Kelvic felt. Planty and salty. With that in mind, he assumed he would need to add less salt than normal to the stew, since much would get mixed in with the seaweed. If he however added the normal amount of salt, he was certain the dish would end up overly salty. Something he would need to bear in mind. Further reviewing the ingredient Moritz realized the size of the seaweed would be a problem, and so he would need to cut it up before adding it to the stew. Strips perhaps?
Nodding to his own reasoning, he figured strips would work better than small chunks since onions worked differently. A spoon full of stew and a piece of onion would stay there, but a thin little flap of seaweed? That seems likely to fall off. So strips seemed to make more sense, or at least to work as a good middle ground between a whole sheet of the stuff and someone just chomping onto it, versus a smaller bit sized piece.
Thinking further, he personally did not mind eating it raw, but he did not doubt his patrons would want the material cooked thoroughly before it was eaten. With that in mind he settled further on the task at hand, and began to sort through the pieces of sea weed. The concept of cooking things was not a foreign one to the Kelvic, he had worked as a cook before. Still he seemed to be fine with rough food, which was something he could only assume was a habit brought over from his Kelvic side.
WC: 505