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Captain's Quarters- If You Can't Stand the Heat

Posted Jan. 27, 2021, 3:03 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Captain’s Quarters- If You Can’t Stand the Heat

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Captain’s Quarters- If You Can’t Stand the Heat

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Captain’s Quarters- If You Can’t Stand the Heat
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Faye always liked it when musicians took an instrument and played unconventional music on it. There was something about it just just resonated with her. With a couple subtle nods of appreciation, she pulled out the jar and set it slightly to the side. “Okay, so we’re going to need a couple cutting boards and sharp knives, two mixing bowls, and two skillets. I am going to assume a well stocked kitchen, but maybe I should have checked first,” she said with a lopsided grin.

Alex played an overly dramatic insulted reaction. “You wound me.” and then he chuckled. “Ceramic knives are in the drawer to your left. Same for cutting boards. I’ll get the rest.” and he came around the island and went to the tall cabinets next to the cook top and began retrieving the bowls and skillets.

With a crisp nod, Faye hunted for her quarry, setting up a separate workstation for both of them.

“So… hapserat. As many ways to make it as there are regions on Bajor, and that makes it very easy to spoof. But I told you there was a story that went with it, and I feel like I should say up front that I have never taught anyone this recipe. I’ve made it for others before, But I’ve never shared the recipe.”

~Faye Calloway

Alex set the cookware on the counter and then leaned back against the counter right next to Faye, crossed his arms on his chest, and looked down at her. “So why do you want to teach it to me, then?” he asked somewhat softly.

Cochrane

Turning her head to gaze at him, her often stormy eyes were calm and held warmth in them. “Because, as I told you, there’s a story that goes with it, and I’ve yet find a person worthy of that story. Until now,” she said simply. “And that feels especially more true after our chat the other night after the ceremony.”

~Faye Calloway

Alex held her gaze with his own and put his right hand on his heart. He said softly and sincerely “Then it is indeed my honor to learn both.”

Cochrane

Faye almost made a smart-assed quip, but somehow she didn’t want to ruin the moment. So with a smile, she turned and surveyed the ingredients laid out. “So, ingredient list is simple, but as always with these things it’s what you do with them. Different people use different vegetables, but these are the ones I was taught to use.” She picked up a pale cream toned bulb with a thin papery skin. “For aromatics we have this, and you could substitute an onion, but the Bajorans version has a slight tang that works so much better,” she said putting the bulb down. In turn she named each one of the items laid out which were an assortment of root vegetables, aromatic bulbs, and a crunchy vegetable that she broke off with a snap and offered to him to taste, and seemed to have a lot of water, but was incredibly sweet.

“Basically we’re going to finely chop the aromatics and and do a small dice on all the rest. Once that prep is done, we can start cooking . But I need to start the flatbread. Hasperat is basically a rolled flatbread with a filling,” Faye said with a shrug as she reached for the jar. It contained about five hundred millilitres of a cloudy liquid with a a dark red object inside. She held it against her chest for a moment. “This is was makes hasperat, hasperat. Without it you have vegetables wrapped in bread. And if you screw up this step you might as well not even bother,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.

Faye went to hand him the jar. “Go ahead and take a whiff.” But she quickly pulled it back. “But fair warning, it’s ot for the faint of heart, or nose, or eyes. It should be uncomfortable.” reluctantly, as if she was worried for him, she handed him the jar.

The liquid smelled of salt and instantly of something with an incredible amount of heat. But there was a fruitiness there. Still, that ones small object seemed to be producing enough heat that even getting near the jar seemed hazardous.

~Faye Calloway


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