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thenearshore2016-10-02 02:33 pm
sweetdeath) wrote in thenearshore2016-10-02 02:33 pm
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Who: Tsuzuki, the Tajimamori household and you!
What: Cooking misadventures and weeding with nekomata.
When: May 1
Where: Tajimamori's temple on the Far Shore
Warnings: Tsuzuki's cooking. Possibly a dirty joke or two.
burn, baby, burn (open)
[Tsuzuki's made a terrible mistake, and that mistake was trying a new recipe for dinner. It'd looked so straightforward! The sugar glaze for the fried potatoes wasn't supposed to boil over like that! The oil wasn't supposed to spatter... the potatoes probably also weren't supposed to be in the fryer that long, because they're looking worryingly black and shriveled on the plate.
Black smoke is hanging heavily in the kitchen. Even if you're just passing by the temple from the road, you might notice a smell of scorching in the air, and a worrying trickle of smoke emerging from the back window he'd thrown open to help air things out.
Worst of all: he's got a whole cutting board full of uncooked potatoes and he's about to throw those into the fryer for the next batch.
Please be the intervention he needs.]
comes a buttercup (open)
[The gardens at Tajimamori's temple are coming along nicely. Tsuzuki's cleared out some of the thickly clustered sunflower bushes in order to add a little variety, and the bitter orange trees clustered along the back wall are all in bloom at once. There's a freshly planted camellia in the shady spot in the corner, and its dark, glossy leaves suggest it's enjoying its new home.
The way those leaves occasionally rustle with no wind to explain their movement? Well, that's easy to ignore, isn't it?
Tsuzuki's elbow-deep in mud, wearing an old T-shirt and jeans and whistling happily off-key as he grubs weeds out of one of the flowerbeds in the front yard. There are eight cats, each with a pair of stubby bobtails, ranged around him watching. He tosses a dandelion down, and one of them immediately pounces, swats it a few times, tastes the edge of a leaf and looks at him reproachfully. Its meow sounds startlingly like cat-accented Japanese: It tastes bitter!]
Sorry, sorry! I'll find-- whoa!
[That's a huge mantis spreading its wings and taking flight from a well-hidden hiding place in the middle of the shrub he was reaching towards. All eight cats immediately pounce. Two of them collide, one of them claws Tsuzuki's arm, and he dives out of the way as cats and mantis and a significant chunk of his neatly organized flowerbed turn into a claw-filled melee.]
What: Cooking misadventures and weeding with nekomata.
When: May 1
Where: Tajimamori's temple on the Far Shore
Warnings: Tsuzuki's cooking. Possibly a dirty joke or two.
burn, baby, burn (open)
[Tsuzuki's made a terrible mistake, and that mistake was trying a new recipe for dinner. It'd looked so straightforward! The sugar glaze for the fried potatoes wasn't supposed to boil over like that! The oil wasn't supposed to spatter... the potatoes probably also weren't supposed to be in the fryer that long, because they're looking worryingly black and shriveled on the plate.
Black smoke is hanging heavily in the kitchen. Even if you're just passing by the temple from the road, you might notice a smell of scorching in the air, and a worrying trickle of smoke emerging from the back window he'd thrown open to help air things out.
Worst of all: he's got a whole cutting board full of uncooked potatoes and he's about to throw those into the fryer for the next batch.
Please be the intervention he needs.]
comes a buttercup (open)
[The gardens at Tajimamori's temple are coming along nicely. Tsuzuki's cleared out some of the thickly clustered sunflower bushes in order to add a little variety, and the bitter orange trees clustered along the back wall are all in bloom at once. There's a freshly planted camellia in the shady spot in the corner, and its dark, glossy leaves suggest it's enjoying its new home.
The way those leaves occasionally rustle with no wind to explain their movement? Well, that's easy to ignore, isn't it?
Tsuzuki's elbow-deep in mud, wearing an old T-shirt and jeans and whistling happily off-key as he grubs weeds out of one of the flowerbeds in the front yard. There are eight cats, each with a pair of stubby bobtails, ranged around him watching. He tosses a dandelion down, and one of them immediately pounces, swats it a few times, tastes the edge of a leaf and looks at him reproachfully. Its meow sounds startlingly like cat-accented Japanese: It tastes bitter!]
Sorry, sorry! I'll find-- whoa!
[That's a huge mantis spreading its wings and taking flight from a well-hidden hiding place in the middle of the shrub he was reaching towards. All eight cats immediately pounce. Two of them collide, one of them claws Tsuzuki's arm, and he dives out of the way as cats and mantis and a significant chunk of his neatly organized flowerbed turn into a claw-filled melee.]
no subject
[Jae-Ha moves over and adjusts the burner.] You start this far too high, by the way.
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[Tsuzuki's smile is pained for a moment; he leans around Jae-Ha, glancing at where he's turned the heat to.]
...Oh, huh, so it should be around there? Okay.