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side sim - Dinner with the Songz's

Posted Sept. 26, 2022, 5:33 p.m. by Commander Shedda Mal'athar (Executive Officer) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in side sim - Dinner with the Songz’s

Posted by Commander Shedda Mal’athar (Executive Officer) in side sim - Dinner with the Songz’s

Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in side sim - Dinner with the Songz’s
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The counsellor pondered for a moment. “Hmm, well, the one thing I know would go really well I don’t have here, but I think I know of something similar in taste that might work. Or it could be terrible. We’ll find out together,” Sair said with a sparkle in her eyes.

Koro soon returned and Sair stood by while he clambered into his special child’s chair. It had steps and pulled right up to the table so he was sitting with them. Kel had produced a plat of flatbreads that were warm to the touch, and Sair replicated a jug of a purple liquid and set it on the table. “On my first stint with the exchange program, I came across something called clavisoa berries and it makes a really nice juice.”

Kel lifted the lid off the dish and smiled at the smell that arose. Yualra was a multilayered concoction with a base of root vegetables in a creamy sauce, topped by a pale yellow grain that was cooked till soft, then a layer of a dense dark leafy green that looked like it had also been cooked before layered, then the whole thing was covered by some mixture of juicy looking orange and yellow vegetables in more of the creamy sauce with green flecks. The whole thing was topped with a scattering of chopped toasted nuts. “So this is a dish were you just scoop some onto the plate and eat it with a fork or scooped with the flatbread,” she said.

Meanwhile, Sair tore a flatbread in half and tore one into smaller pieces, setting it on Koro’s plate . “I myself could eat a plate of the bread everyday without complaint.”

“I’ve seen you do it too,” Kel teased with a grin.

“Easy food between patients,” Sair quipped with a grin.

~Sair & Family

“The colony where I grew up, there was this Klingon farmer. He baked bread for the whole village. His wife was Bajoran, and he would make Mapa bread. It’s not a flat bread but the loaves were small and easy to take with you. He would bring some to my father and we would take it with us while we worked in the fields. My favorite was when he would add Zilm’kach, it’s a Klingon apricot, to the bread.” Shedda took a flatbread and tore it into fourths while waited for the spoon. Then she scooped out a helping of the Yualra onto her plate. She scooped a bite, making sure to have a bit of each layer on the first bite. She wanted to experience the dish as a whole, then she tried each layer separately. The textures were quite different and the flavor strange, but in a different but delicious way. “Sair, this is quite good. I’ve never tasted anything quite like it, but it’s very good.” Shedda was not one in the habit of speaking overly much during a meal. That was something that was much different than her Orion culture. Entertainment, conversation, good food and drink were all part of the dinning experience, but it had just been her and her father growing up. She and her father had unknowingly adopted the Earth maxim of It must be good, no one is talking.

Mal’athar, XO

Sair beamed. ” A small piece of home out here in the Delta Quadrant. I’m glad you like it. It’s one of a few recipes we’ve been able to get a replicator recipe for. I’ve put in request for others, so there might be more in the near future. We shall see.”

“Oh! Try it with the juice,” Sair added, passing the jug to Shedda. “I find it’s got an astringent fruitiness that cuts through the rich sauce nicely.”

Shedda took the jug and poured a glass. She sipped it and her mouth puckered and she quickly lifted a hand to cover the reaction. “I apologize. I wasn’t prepared for how astringent it was.” She took another sip, prepared this time and nodded. “It does go very well. The fruitiness is very full but light.” She took another sip. “It makes you want more of it.”

Sair grinned. “I found it strangely addictive as well,” she said as she helped Koro with his plate.

“This colony you grew up on, Shedda, it sounds like there were a lot of different people living there. I have no experience like it besides here on this ship now. What was it like?” Kel asked as she delved into her own plate, scooping the layers with the flatbread.

~Sair Songz, CNS

“It was very vibrant, or at least that’s how I remember it. Delotha is a colony world this side of the Klingon Empire, away from but along trade routes for the Klingons, Orions, Romulans, and Federation. Our biggest export is the minerals we mine, but our greatest treasure is our people. In my village alone there were Klingons, Bajorans, Romulans, Cardasians, Humans, Ferengi, Orions, Bensites, and Andorians. My father and I were the only Orions and there is a lot of animosity toward Orions and the syndicates, especially in that area. But no one ever judged us by the stereo types. We were just us. Everyone had their own customs and celebrations and traditions they celebrated, but rather than separating us we all came together to help each other still honor them. I was too young at the time to remember how that came about, but it is why I studied archeology and anthropology. I wanted to learn and honor the other cultures that were out there.” The was heavy feel of pride as she talked about her village and the peoples there.

Shedda

Kel subtly glanced at her daughter for a moment before gazing at Shedda. “I am coming to understand, at least a little, what that means. I can tell that you have benefitted greatly from growing up that way. I think I envy you more than a little, Shedda. I have to admit to feeling less… open-minded than I previously used to consider myself.”

Shedda smiled, took a sip of her drink. “Mmm, not quite as open minded as you are thinking. I grew up seeing what was possible and the strife between our peoples seemed to come from myth. I went into archeology to learn more about different cultures, secure in my knowledge that we all share things in common, we are all alike. That in itself was a very close minded way to look at the universe because sometimes the only common ground is that there isn’t any. I refused to believe, to see that what I saw as similar wasn’t. My young steadfast righteous belief only solidified for others they should be closed minded, because their individuality as a people would be lost in the masses. It was not my intention of course, but it wasn’t the right way either. In the end of the journey though it is important that we took the journey, to revel in the uniqueness of the shared and individual parts, but that we got to the destination.”

“We’ve had such a closed off society for so long that it’s hard to see ourselves as a part of anything,” Sair said thoughtfully. ” Consider it the painful process of growing- necessary but not comfortable.” She took another bit of her dinner and sighed happily. “But there is always yualra.”

~Sair & Family

“Yes there is yualra and it is wonderful! Food and music tell us so much about each other.” Shedda scooped another bite onto the flatbread. She would have to share this with Maava.

Shedda


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