Chapter 139
I go with a black Kimono with a cherry blossoms print to do the mornings cooking, much to Karl’s disappointment. But oil burns still hurt, even if they heal really fast, so covered up is good.
We decide the taste test should be for all available Elders, so I’m cooking for thirty, including the early arrivals among the guests. The menu is Karl approved. Breakfast burritos, fried and made in an egg roll size, with oatmeal, fruit salad and toast. The very first recipes I learned from the mystic cooking technique.
The fruit salad is a simple thing, just a bit of energy to enhance and blend the flavors. The oatmeal isn’t any more difficult, but both are amazing compared to their natural counterparts. The small breakfast burritos are a recipe I learned just last night, a variation on the standard mystic cooking recipe, and suitable as a side instead of being a meal to themselves. Plus, they’ve got a lot of bacon.
"Elders, Sect Masters and honored guests, a sample of breakfast cuisines for your enjoyment" I say bringing out a cart full of trays, followed by the rest of the serving staff.
Everyone just stares at their plates a while, even after we’ve retreated to the kitchen.
"They are planning on eating it right? They know it’s food?" Karl asks around a mouthful of burrito. The whole kitchen is full of muted happy noises, the serving staff energetically digging into their portion. I might have made too much oatmeal, even now there’s still half the pot, but I’m sure someone will finish it.
The burritos are gone though. Snatched up in seconds. I guess they’re more popular than oatmeal anywhere we go.
The dignitaries are finally eating, looks of shock on their face and conversation light. Good, they like breakfast. One meal down.
I’m informed today will be an early dinner, as all the guests have now arrived. Stew today I think, plus lamb shanks and curried cauliflower for the important guests. The stew I make in two huge cauldrons, fit for the entire Inner Sect. Nobody questions why I need them, so I’m cooking for everyone.
They’re working hard to get this festival going, so they deserve something special. And the Sect provided the ingredients, so it’s not costing me anything.
The service staff brings the VIP room their meals, while I roll the cauldrons out into the courtyard where the Inner Sect eats on warm days like today.