It was truly a sight to behold. As many heroes as you could fit on a grassy hill were all to be found. The picnic was quite a hit between all the members of
the Legendary. Several had brought out grills to show their skills, or enjoy the skills of others, as a cook.
... "See that steak over there? Looks done to me." Pooky said, while notching an arrow tied to a string. Bill, beside him, was to busy lining up
another row of kebobs to hear. With a dual *THWIP* both released their shots, and hit dead center...
Some even shared their techniqes to others preparing simmilar dishes.
... "Just -listen- for a moment, Terrence: the marinade adds another entire dimesion to the flavor of your meat, it adds new combinations to cook."
Mag was busy explaining. "No, it doesn't. The beer just masks the flavor of a good cut, it is a waste of meat to simply saturate it with somthing
else, and cover up any natural flavor. It detracts from the art of grilling." Pointed out Terrence...
Over all, Amberlee was quite enjoying the spectacle. After a taste of one of Bill's kebobs, she had wandered over towards Mag and Terr to see what they
were arguing over. Both saw her and smiled. They both began devising that if they could win a convert, he would have won out over the other. After discussing
and demonstrating their process, they each gave her the finished product for tasting. Once she had tried both, they looked at her expectanly. She grined.
"Well, you both do have good skill there, but still, I think I would prefer -our- way." The two looked rather dumbfounded for a moment. The muffled
thud of Emet's heavy footsteps on the grass sounded, coming closer. Her golem was wearing an apron and chef's hat, and carrying a large platter with
only a few pieces of meat left on it. Braende was not far behind Emet. Brae giggled and faced the two tanks. "...And looking at how many have been eaten,
people here seem to agree with us."
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The Master said: "It is all in vain! I have never yet seen a man who can perceive his own faults and bring the charge home against himself."
>Analects: Book V, Chaper XXVI
the Legendary. Several had brought out grills to show their skills, or enjoy the skills of others, as a cook.
... "See that steak over there? Looks done to me." Pooky said, while notching an arrow tied to a string. Bill, beside him, was to busy lining up
another row of kebobs to hear. With a dual *THWIP* both released their shots, and hit dead center...
Some even shared their techniqes to others preparing simmilar dishes.
... "Just -listen- for a moment, Terrence: the marinade adds another entire dimesion to the flavor of your meat, it adds new combinations to cook."
Mag was busy explaining. "No, it doesn't. The beer just masks the flavor of a good cut, it is a waste of meat to simply saturate it with somthing
else, and cover up any natural flavor. It detracts from the art of grilling." Pointed out Terrence...
Over all, Amberlee was quite enjoying the spectacle. After a taste of one of Bill's kebobs, she had wandered over towards Mag and Terr to see what they
were arguing over. Both saw her and smiled. They both began devising that if they could win a convert, he would have won out over the other. After discussing
and demonstrating their process, they each gave her the finished product for tasting. Once she had tried both, they looked at her expectanly. She grined.
"Well, you both do have good skill there, but still, I think I would prefer -our- way." The two looked rather dumbfounded for a moment. The muffled
thud of Emet's heavy footsteps on the grass sounded, coming closer. Her golem was wearing an apron and chef's hat, and carrying a large platter with
only a few pieces of meat left on it. Braende was not far behind Emet. Brae giggled and faced the two tanks. "...And looking at how many have been eaten,
people here seem to agree with us."
---
The Master said: "It is all in vain! I have never yet seen a man who can perceive his own faults and bring the charge home against himself."
>Analects: Book V, Chaper XXVI