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*Pant* *Pant*
Saw a chicken in the wild, had to chase it for harf an hour *glug*, that elusive, fluttery bastard. But I shall pay respect to that fine animal and make sure nothing goes to waste. Should be almost a week’s worth of meals. Or only harf a week if I’m feeling hungry *glug*. Let’s start with some soup.

Or how to evade beeing smelled from a mile away

I fear my dream of finding a second family enjoying the wilds, hunting for game and collecting whatever nature offers us, seems to never find fullfillment with my current companions. Most of them prefere the convenience and confinement of a city. Do not mistake me, to me everyone of them is an amazing riddle that I seem to not be able to solve jet and I look forward to learn more about them. But it makes me miss the assurance and lightness in beeing yourself, that a family gives you, so much … Like how my Grams always took me to the side and showed me some little secrets or helped me prank my Brothers.

Just take that one time, when Dhyib and Faras mocked me about not beeing able to stealth my way up to this rabbit at a hunt…. “Little Kuhr is such a cluz! be happy that you are dads little girl, cause you will never be a hunter!” That night she sat with me and showed me how to make these two kinds of green pastes … really delicious and garlicy. But whilest the one made with the bears garlic made the smell ooze out of your fur the next day, the one with the hedge garlic did not. So the evening before our next hunt I grilled everyone some nice fish and greens and I seasoned it with green paste … Just that I gave my brothers the bears paste … and they ate quiet a lot. Come the hunt. I caught myself a white-tail and for some magical reasons my brothers did not even manage to hunt themselfs a slow toad. I brought my trophy back to the tribe and had a good chuckle on my brothers. They could never quiet figure out how their hunting luck could be so bad from that day on. Of course I eventually stopped making them smell like a walking Yuan Ti repellant. But they never made fun of my hunting mishaps again. Till this day the wide grin on Grams face, whenever they fuzzed about how the animals always seemed to magicially know they where there and run off, makes me smile.

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Flour and water, touch of salt, spoonful of oil, it should be so simple. But to go from a shaggy, sticky mess to a dough so smooth, you could inflate it like a balloon, takes a little bit of patience and care. Add some scallions and Sichuan pepper, employ some ingenuity when rolling, and you’ll be rewarded with a crispy, chewy and layered treat.

Somewhere, somehow, aeons ago, the gods of creation probably decided that potatoes, eggs and onions are meant for each other. And while I don’t dabble in the finer details of divine worship – I find it distracts me from a raucous song or a good drink – I thought it wouldn’t hurt to oblige.

Don’t you hate it? You stock up on your food, go adventuring, things turn super weird, you get distracted, next thing you know you have a bag full of stale bread.

No worries, just steam those suckers and serve them like tacos with some crisp lettuce and a nice dipping sauce.
Does not make the stuff we run into less bizarre though. Like at all.

*Haps*

More leaky than I would have liked and less intense than I remember, but hey, it kinda works and doesn’t put me in mortal danger.
Now I wonder what it would be like to smoke things with spices like cinnamon and star anise… and I smell like a bonfire, go figure.

I remember when I was a little Nim, my mother always cooked these delicious meal for me….

From time to time I wish I never had to leave her.

But anyway it’s full with good stuff. It will give you strength and endurance. Let’s see who can last longer (twinkling to Quiz).

If you’re making Yorkshire pudding and are too lazy to pour individual ones, just dump it all in a pan and watch it go, aka the toad in the hole method.

It might be the jankiest damn smoking gun in the world though. Couple years old, haven’t even used it yet.
Now I just have to figure out what I’ll use it for and whether I want to risk burning my house down. Supposedly you can smoke vanilla ice cream, which sounds bonkers honestly.

In case you’re wondering what the title is referencing: La Trahison des images