Fried Chicken Is the Bomb!
Spring 6th 513 AV, 15th Bell
Before him rested on the sink the one thing he had been excited to eat, the one thing that had such a name that cried "I'm so delicious eat me now" to his stomach. It was a raw chicken breast, just waiting for his teeth to sink in and devour its tender juicy flesh. Yet Artur wasn't allowed to eat it raw, instead he had to learn how to cook it for others. Lounel had put together the things he'd needed and given him the intruction, but now he would only stand over and watch Artur, and guide him along the path of cooking this amazing delicacy. First he was to use the cutting knife to slice the breast into small bits, all thick in size however otherwise there'd be nothing but a mess. With confidence Artur grabbed the knife with a steady hand, placed one finger on the end he started to cut, and drove the tip of the knife through the breast. It glided through with ease as a small strip had been made, a fragment separated from its original piece never to be reunited. However it would not be alone, as the rest of the chicken breast met the same fate. When he sliced the rest of the chicken into decently sized slivers, he aligned them to once more make a cut all down the middle. The slivers were now made into bits just as Lounel instructed, and when Artur looked to see if his teaching coworker was pleased Lou only nodded in approval. Which meant the next phase was to come.
Artur went over to the frying pan and felt the heat of a stove surround him for the first time. He hadn't expected it to become so hot so quickly, but that's how the kitchen works it seems, otherwise good food would never be made properly. Artur took the small silver bowl of a mixture he made; a combination of olive oil, parsley flakes, salt, pepper, a hint of ground basil leaves, and rubbed thyme. Artur slid the chicken bits into the silver bowl, and took a moment to remember what his next steps were.
'Turn the chicken over until all of it is covered in the mix, then dump it in the pan.' He took a hand to hold the side of the bowl, and with his other hand shuffled the chicken bits that were under the top, and brought them up to turn the ones that had yet to soak under. He did this several times until he could see all his pieces were soaked in oil, then wiped his hand in a towl before he moved on to the next step. "Very nice. Remember to cook it thoroughly, the chicken will turn white when its done."
Artur nodded as he took the silver bowl, and eased it over to where the chicken and oil slid out slowly. The contents made a loud sizzling noise right after the safe venture into the pan, the oil already beginning to pop while the chicken cooked. Artur placed the metal lid over the pan quickly to avoid being attacked by the hot simmers that flew from the pop. Muffled sizzles could be heard from within, as he looked to his teacher once more.
"Good work, remember to keep an eye on the chicken. Its not a race to cook it quickly, but it also helps to avoid burning anything."
"The control the heat of the stove and you won't overdo it. Too much heat leaves it either overdone or not cooked enough in the center, not enough heat takes much longer to cook it." He repeated his lesson from before, when they first started their little tutoring sessions several days ago.
"Good." Lou repeated with a grin as Artur lifted the lid, steam gushed out as the popping in the oil continued. Artur felt small spots on his hand burn a bit as tiny drops of oil flew from the pops, which made him shake his hand and grimace a bit as he used the metal spatula to move the chicken around. He slid the spatula under some chicken and turned it over, and flipped the amount he scooped in the process. He continued to fight and endure the shower of pops until they began to lessen, and after a about five good chimes the chicken finally became a pure solid white. With a rag wrapped at the handle of the skillet, he picked it up and moved it to where he could scoop out the chicken onto a pewter plate. He then placed the pan in the tub Lounel used to wash his dishes, and waited to see what his teacher had to say.
Lounel took a fork and jabbed it into a piece, the heat still steamed off the freshly cooked chicken. After a couple chimes of blowing to cool the piece off, Lounel finally sampled it with a curious expression. Artur felt the excitement well up in him as he eagerly awaited to hear some feedback, which his eyes lit up even more as Lounel began to nod.
"Job well done
today when we go to the Withering Rose, I want you to make chicken like that. Its a start seeing as how your still learning." He went in for more with a grin as Artur decided to try it as well. A mild but wonderful flavor filled his entire mouth as he rolled his eyes in sheer delight, he would definitely enjoy making this tonight.
Spring 6th 513 AV, 15th Bell
Before him rested on the sink the one thing he had been excited to eat, the one thing that had such a name that cried "I'm so delicious eat me now" to his stomach. It was a raw chicken breast, just waiting for his teeth to sink in and devour its tender juicy flesh. Yet Artur wasn't allowed to eat it raw, instead he had to learn how to cook it for others. Lounel had put together the things he'd needed and given him the intruction, but now he would only stand over and watch Artur, and guide him along the path of cooking this amazing delicacy. First he was to use the cutting knife to slice the breast into small bits, all thick in size however otherwise there'd be nothing but a mess. With confidence Artur grabbed the knife with a steady hand, placed one finger on the end he started to cut, and drove the tip of the knife through the breast. It glided through with ease as a small strip had been made, a fragment separated from its original piece never to be reunited. However it would not be alone, as the rest of the chicken breast met the same fate. When he sliced the rest of the chicken into decently sized slivers, he aligned them to once more make a cut all down the middle. The slivers were now made into bits just as Lounel instructed, and when Artur looked to see if his teaching coworker was pleased Lou only nodded in approval. Which meant the next phase was to come.
Artur went over to the frying pan and felt the heat of a stove surround him for the first time. He hadn't expected it to become so hot so quickly, but that's how the kitchen works it seems, otherwise good food would never be made properly. Artur took the small silver bowl of a mixture he made; a combination of olive oil, parsley flakes, salt, pepper, a hint of ground basil leaves, and rubbed thyme. Artur slid the chicken bits into the silver bowl, and took a moment to remember what his next steps were.
'Turn the chicken over until all of it is covered in the mix, then dump it in the pan.' He took a hand to hold the side of the bowl, and with his other hand shuffled the chicken bits that were under the top, and brought them up to turn the ones that had yet to soak under. He did this several times until he could see all his pieces were soaked in oil, then wiped his hand in a towl before he moved on to the next step. "Very nice. Remember to cook it thoroughly, the chicken will turn white when its done."
Artur nodded as he took the silver bowl, and eased it over to where the chicken and oil slid out slowly. The contents made a loud sizzling noise right after the safe venture into the pan, the oil already beginning to pop while the chicken cooked. Artur placed the metal lid over the pan quickly to avoid being attacked by the hot simmers that flew from the pop. Muffled sizzles could be heard from within, as he looked to his teacher once more.
"Good work, remember to keep an eye on the chicken. Its not a race to cook it quickly, but it also helps to avoid burning anything."
"The control the heat of the stove and you won't overdo it. Too much heat leaves it either overdone or not cooked enough in the center, not enough heat takes much longer to cook it." He repeated his lesson from before, when they first started their little tutoring sessions several days ago.
"Good." Lou repeated with a grin as Artur lifted the lid, steam gushed out as the popping in the oil continued. Artur felt small spots on his hand burn a bit as tiny drops of oil flew from the pops, which made him shake his hand and grimace a bit as he used the metal spatula to move the chicken around. He slid the spatula under some chicken and turned it over, and flipped the amount he scooped in the process. He continued to fight and endure the shower of pops until they began to lessen, and after a about five good chimes the chicken finally became a pure solid white. With a rag wrapped at the handle of the skillet, he picked it up and moved it to where he could scoop out the chicken onto a pewter plate. He then placed the pan in the tub Lounel used to wash his dishes, and waited to see what his teacher had to say.
Lounel took a fork and jabbed it into a piece, the heat still steamed off the freshly cooked chicken. After a couple chimes of blowing to cool the piece off, Lounel finally sampled it with a curious expression. Artur felt the excitement well up in him as he eagerly awaited to hear some feedback, which his eyes lit up even more as Lounel began to nod.
"Job well done
today when we go to the Withering Rose, I want you to make chicken like that. Its a start seeing as how your still learning." He went in for more with a grin as Artur decided to try it as well. A mild but wonderful flavor filled his entire mouth as he rolled his eyes in sheer delight, he would definitely enjoy making this tonight.
