Week 6 Catchall with Sanji

[fragileprophet]

[Hi Ion's going to be roughly attached to Sanji at the hip whenever he gets the chance to be.]

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[fragileprophet]

Okay!

[He just really, wants pancakes, honestly. Let the pope eat pancakes.

But he gets what Sanji asks for, bringing them forward.]

[concasse]

Good. Next, put the pan on the stove at medium-high heat. Pour a bit of olive oil so you coat the entire pan -- but not too much, you don't want oily pancakes.

[He's going to be pretty hands off for now, letting Ion struggle through the process of cooking. Best way to learn in his opinion]

[fragileprophet]

[Ion spends...definitely way longer than he probably needs to trying to figure out how to operate the stove. He can't seem to decide what's medium, what's medium-high, and what's plain high. But he doesn't want to have to rely on Sanji's expertise too much, so he finally settles on a flame size before turning back around again.]

I'm ready for the next step!

[concasse]

[Ugh Ion is precious, when is Sanji allowed to kidnap him back to One Piece world???]

Good, next the ingredients.

[... Okay so Sanji told himself he wouldn't help BUT he does decide to interject a little by walking over to a drawer and pulling out the measuring utensils -- specifically a cup, a half cup, a tablespoon, a teaspoon, and a half teaspoon]

You go grab the flour, sugar, baking powder, the milk, one egg, and some butter. Got all that?

[fragileprophet]

Yes!

[He mouths the ingredients under his breath as he pulls them out from the fridge and their respective cubbies. He tries to get them all in one armload, but he has to give up and make three separate trips. It's fine. He places them each down by the measuring utensils.]

[concasse]

[That... ends up making Sanji laugh]

Well, gonna have you give you marks ahead of Varian.

[fragileprophet]

[Ion can't help himself from looking bashful. He's looking at all the different things he pulled, confused.]

What happened with Varian?

[concasse]

He took everything to the counter at once.

[SIGH]

I get the temptation to rush, but not only is that shit dangerous, cooking is a process. If you rush through one step, you're likely to rush through another, and the food won't be an accurate reflection of your intent.

[Sanji it's just pancakes, chill a little.]

[fragileprophet]

I see!

[Don't chill. He, too, will be taking this incredibly seriously.]

I'd like to put care and consideration into everything that you take the time to teach me!

[Food and feelings, etc.]

That way, they'll taste like the joy that I have in my heart!

[Wow, gay.]

[concasse]

See? You got it. Keep up that attitude and you'll be a fine chef in no time.

[This is so pure, I'm crying.]

Alright, let's get the batter finished up. [He's going to list the measurements because I'm too lazy to type them out, pointing to the main bowl while he does]

Get the the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar in there first. Then mix it up, make a hole in the center, and you'll pour the milk, egg and melted butter before stirring everything together.

[fragileprophet]

[Ion's face flushes, and he can't help but laugh.]

I'll do my best!

[He tries not to make a mess, counting out the numbers to himself as he gets all the ingredients where they need to be, mixing and mixing--his upper body strength is embarrassing so he struggles a little getting them all blended, but once he's nice and red in the face, it's all ready to pour!]

Does it go on the pan now?

[concasse]

[Anyone who suggests you don't need muscles in the kitchen is a LIAR. Stirring a bowl of ingredients is hell on the arms, but Sanji won't lift a finger to help, knowing Ion will be more satisfied with the product if he goes through all the steps himself.]

It does. And here's an easy trick to keep them all consistent -- scoop one fourth of a cup into that measuring cup, then pour it into the center of the pan.