[Barok sits next to Dominique during the lesson and, admittedly, does not absorb much of what's being told to him. He's not going to be cooking after this particular moment. He can already imagine the aghast expressions of his house staff if he set foot into the kitchen with the desire to do anything of the sort. They'd probably think he was finally losing his mind. Ten years of grief finally doing him in.
But it is something nice to do together with Dominique and that is not something he'd ever pass up. Not to mention it's something a bit more involved than eating breakfast or lunch with the other couples. And they can't just spend all their time cooped up in their room watching the latest dramas on the television.
So when it's their turn to cook there is a general sense of anticipation even if he has no real inkling in regards of what to do or make.
He has come to this lesson divest of most of his adornments leaving him in only his dress shirt and vest (and cravat, of course). The white sleeves of his attire rolled up just past the elbow to try and keep his clothing as unsullied as possible with their current activity. Barok is currently idly flipping through the pages of the cookbook which features some of the things they were shown. Having been given the general guidelines it is up to them to decide just which dish they'd like to make.
France is known for much of its cuisine so perhaps they should just make something that she's familiar with. He flips further into the back finding the desserts, the pages flopping over to something he's a bit more familiar with. Christmas plum pudding...
He has not had one of those since Lady Baskerville and his brother were still alive. Which creates the dawning revelation that he will not be spending Christmas alone. In fact... should things continue to maintain their positive trajectory he will not be spending any more of these holidays alone. He wasn't really going to this year anyway, he thinks. Iris will surely have invited him over at least for some part of it. But there is something uniquely special about this in particular.]
Might I make an indulgent request in regards to what we might make?
For Dominique~
But it is something nice to do together with Dominique and that is not something he'd ever pass up. Not to mention it's something a bit more involved than eating breakfast or lunch with the other couples. And they can't just spend all their time cooped up in their room watching the latest dramas on the television.
So when it's their turn to cook there is a general sense of anticipation even if he has no real inkling in regards of what to do or make.
He has come to this lesson divest of most of his adornments leaving him in only his dress shirt and vest (and cravat, of course). The white sleeves of his attire rolled up just past the elbow to try and keep his clothing as unsullied as possible with their current activity. Barok is currently idly flipping through the pages of the cookbook which features some of the things they were shown. Having been given the general guidelines it is up to them to decide just which dish they'd like to make.
France is known for much of its cuisine so perhaps they should just make something that she's familiar with. He flips further into the back finding the desserts, the pages flopping over to something he's a bit more familiar with. Christmas plum pudding...
He has not had one of those since Lady Baskerville and his brother were still alive. Which creates the dawning revelation that he will not be spending Christmas alone. In fact... should things continue to maintain their positive trajectory he will not be spending any more of these holidays alone. He wasn't really going to this year anyway, he thinks. Iris will surely have invited him over at least for some part of it. But there is something uniquely special about this in particular.]
Might I make an indulgent request in regards to what we might make?