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Kouign Amann/pastry (open to anyone)

Posted Oct. 11, 2020, 5:51 p.m. by Civilian Genesis (Gen) McCallister (Anomalous Individual) (Calé Reilly)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Kouign Amann/pastry (open to anyone)

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Kouign Amann/pastry (open to anyone)

Posted by Crewman Quinn Emery Kindle (Yeoman / RTF) in Kouign Amann/pastry (open to anyone)

Duties, training schedule, still left Quinn time on her hands. She had to burn energy one way or another. Pranking the hell out of someone or cooking. She hadn’t found anyone who struck her as the type to enjoy a friendly prank war. So she was cooking to keep out of trouble for the most part. She knew sooner or later she would get on someone’s last nerve or they would be her the complete wrong way. Then things would get interesting. Today she was making Kouign Amann pastries, they ended up tasting like salted caramel croissants ( in her opinion) but they were really good. She made roughly four dozen of the crown shaped pastries and then started making a list of what else to bake, the draw back to the Kouign Amann it took 15 minutes for them to cool from baking. It you attempted to eat one before that cool down time you were going to end up burnt by the sugar coating, and any melted butter that hadn’t been absorbed during the cooking/cooling. She had also learned that if you didn’t remove the piping hot pastries from the baking pans upon removal from the oven. They wouldn’t be removed after the cooled. So the four dozen pastries sat on cooling racks across the table the timer ticking down to time enjoy. Quinn distracted herself with her notes and glancing up as folks moved around the room.

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  • Quinn Kindle
    Yeoman/RTF

Casela had a very rare moment of down time. She had sent Gen a message asking her to meet her there and they would get to eat together. Casela walked in and the smell was heavenly. She’d been eating Kindle’s breakfast for awhile now and her eyes danced at the heavenly smell. Zachariah would never forgive her if she didn’t tell him. =^= Synthi-er to Cobb. Kindle is in the lounge making pastries. Better hightail it down here.=^= She thought about coming Ryder but he was on duty and she’d promised, dinner just the two of them.

Casela walked over. “Quinn what is that heavenly smell?”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Quinn grinned cheekily showing off a dimple, “They’re called Kouign Amann, they are very fiddley but well worth the effort.” She said lightly as she kept her hands away from the still steaming treats.

“Well they smell delicious and if they are anything like your breakfasts, I’m sure they are amazing.”

It was impressive, how quickly the old captain could still move, when the promise of good food was dangled like a carrot in his path. Only moments later and he appeared in the lounge, every atom of his being clearly craving sugar and immediately heightened by the sweet, caramel scent filling the air.

With a nod to Casela, he approached the food preparation area and offered a wide grin to his favourite (also only, but she’d be his favourite in any circumstance) Yeoman.
“Why, Miss Kindle, you have surpassed yourself here,” he commended her, an eager hand reaching out for the nearest pastry then recoiling quickly as a strand of sugar burnt the top of his forefinger.

“Ah, I’ll wait. I’ll wait,” he apologised to the burning snacks before shrugging at Synthi-er. Then, in a desperate effort to distract himself, since patience was not a quality he possessed in abundance when it came to food, Zachariah continued to bother Kindle with questions.

Casela grinned. Fay may have competition for the captains go to for sweets and confections. She laughed to herself.

“To what do we owe the honour of such treats, lass?” he asked, not really caring what the occasion was when the food was so damn good, but aware of his own responsibility as captain to observe such occasions in a fitting and respectful manner, should it be required.

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Quinn was about to warn the Captain they were still too hot to be enjoyed it he had already gotten himself burnt by the salty-sugary coating. “Was in the mood to try an old favorite. Sorry I wasn’t fast enough to warn you of the need to wait a bit more.” She checked the timer, “Four minutes to go them it will be safe enough to eat.”

  • Quinn Kindle, Yeoman/RTF

Cobb shrugged, seeming none the worse for his brush with the plasma-like caramel. “I am an impatient man where food is concerned, Miss Kindle. But I make no apologies for appreciating such impressive effort as this!”

Casela, still standing at the counter with them nudged Cobb in the arm with an elbow. “All good things are worth waiting for,” she told him cheekily.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“So you keep telling me,” he replied with a wink, “although I am yet to be fully convinced.”

Moving to the replicator, the captain programmed an Irish coffee as the perfect accompaniment to the snack, before offering to procure his companions a drink. Then, in an effort to maintain small talk, he asked, “So, how are you finding the Leviathan, Miss Kindle? Our rather unique missions not causing you any issues?”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Quinn laughed softly as the timer dinged, “I am finding it challenging but the type of challenge I personally enjoy.”

She plated up two of the pastries for Cobb and then for Casela, “You can use your fingers safely now or I can give you forks if you want?”

She set aside some more plates in case any other showed up wanting a sticky treat.

  • Quinn Kindle, Yeoman/RTF

OOC: Just bumping this for Cassa for when she gets back…and because Cobb is hungry, lol!

Ooc Kindle here, thanks very much ! :-)

Cobb accepted the pastry with genuine, and heartfelt, gratitude. There were few things in this universe capable of rousing his apathetic soul, but fortunately, food was very much one of them.

Casela gratefully took her plate and delicately savored the first bite of the pastry. The taste, was better than the aroma. She savored every bite slowly in true Betazoid fashion and tradition. Confections were one of life’s greatest pleasures and should be treated as such.

For a few moments he observed nothing but silence, punctuated here and there by the smack of a sugary lip or the gooey dissolvement of warm caramel against the tongue. Then, his plate cleared with impressive speed, Zachariah patted at his belly and exclaimed, “Why, Miss Kindle, I could face down a hundred anomalies in a single morning if one of your pastries was waiting for me at the end!”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

While Zachariah was busy complementing Kindle on the magnificence of her baking, Casela was still savoring hers, with over half of it still left. She shook her head at him. “Oh, Cpt. you wound the confection, to have devoured so quickly. You must have another and savor it properly this time.” She slowly finishes hers and smiles at Quinn, “Excellent! Now, if this is what you bring us every morning I shall get up the 2 hours early without complaint for. Truly an excellent creation Kindle.” Casela looked around again. “Do you think you could put one to the side? I was supposed to meet Gen here, but she’s late, or hiding.” Casela grinned. Gen was always around somewhere, just where and ‘how’ were the question.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

”Im not hiding” a voice said from the seat to Casela’s left. Sure enough the resident teenage anomaly sat swinging her sock covered feet and leaning her chin in her hands, elbows on the counter. She smiled warmly. ”Can I try?”

Gen


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