Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan was at the kitchen facilities in the common room, preparing a pot of pasta. He had some olive oil and an array of spices in a basket on the counter, and was currently mincing a clove of garlic and throwing it into some oil in a frying pan in preparation of making a roasted garlic oil dressing for the pasta.

He had the urge to cook. It didn't happen often, so you might want to come by while he's willing to share. He's certainly making enough for whoever might come by -- this boy has not learned to make individual servings.


(OOC: Open like a common room is open. Come, follow the (v.v.strong) smell of cooking!)

Comments

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"That sounds wonderful," she said, coming up near to him and looking over the ingredients and how he was cooking. "Do you think...maybe, I mean are you going to have enough that maybe I can have a bite?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan grinned. "That shouldn't be a problem. I seem to be incapable of cooking a small portion. Always have been." He paused. "Plus, I figured people would come by, so I kinda took that into account. There'll be plenty, don't worry."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"That would be so great since I haven't eaten yet and? I totally can't cook. Anything," she admitted with a sheepish grin. "Not that I haven't tried, I have. It's just that nothing ever turns out for me. I don't know why."

[not_in_the_book]

"Not everyone can learn to cook," Ronan said. "I mean, pretty much anyone can learn the basics if taught by someone who knows what they're doing, and there seriously are some things that no one can screw up unless they find a way to burn water. But yeah, sometimes you just need to have the knack for it." He grinned. "Which is why those of us who have the knack have a responsibility to cook for others." He gave the pasta an additional stir, considered it for a moment, and then drained it. He gave the vinagrette in the frying pan an additional stir, and then poured it over the pasta and stirred it all together, coating the noodles. "Here," he said, and dished Annette out a bowl. "Enjoy!"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"I took Home Ec last semester, apparently I didn't learn much," she said, lost in thought for a moment. "I tried to boil water once for tea, when I came back to the stove there was no water in the pot and it was burning up the bottom. Smelled really icky." She watched him fix the pasta and her a bowl. "Thank you so much, Ronan. I'll have to return the favor sometime. With something."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan blinked. "Yeah, a kettle that boils dry will do that. As will pots. Not so much with the good, there. And really, no need to repay me. I always cook enough for an army anyway."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"You do?" she asked around a bite of pasta that was soo good. "Why's that?"

[not_in_the_book]

"I don't know," Ronan said, shrugging. "I always have, really. I never quite mastered the art of the single serving."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to complain because this is excellent. I bet no one else that samples it would complain about your overindulgence either," she said, grinning. "If you cook like this? I am so wanting to see what you can do with baking."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed. "No, you really don't. Once I start trying to follow a recipe or use any kind of precise measurements? I screw it up. I'm very much of the 'throw a bunch of things in a pot and hope for the best' school of cooking."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She looked at him in awe, "Amazing. I didn't know people can cook like that. Can you cook cookies? Bake a cake?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan shook his head. "Not at all," he said. "They require precise measurements to work out. You can't just... throw things together. Baking is completely outside of my talents."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm not so hot with baking either," she won't mention a few disasterous moments. "What else can you do besides pasta?"

[not_in_the_book]

"Uh," Ronan said, considering. "Soups, sauces, casseroles. I make a mean curry, too."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, nice..." she said, and took another bite of her pasta.

[not_in_the_book]

"You like curry?" Ronan asked. "I was thinking I might make one some weekend. Especially if I can get my hands on a slow-cooker, because those are the best curries."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"There is this one I am particulary fond of - basil chicken in coconut curry. Ever heard of it? And...I don't know anything about slow cookers. I'm just not so knowledgeable when it comes to cooking supplies." Annette would mention that more than likely he could get one at Turtle & Canary. But that would be contributing to her arch-nemesis whom her boyfriend was currently fraternizing with...right now.

"I hate her." she said, though didn't mean to say it out loud.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan thought it perhaps judicious to ignore the latter comment. "Yeah, I've heard of it. Never made it, but I can look up a few recipes and figure something out." He shrugged. "And it shouldn't be too hard to find a slowcooker. They've probably got one at Turtle & Canary. They've got everything else there, after all."

(OOC: Sorry, feel asleep last night; hope you don't mind me picking up today.)