Urg. Why does he do this? All I said was that I had been able to grow a nice crop of carrots this year. Now Hancock has insisted I cook him âA nice mealâ. âCharlie doesnât do it right.â he says.
The man is lucky I love him. Anyone else I would have just walked out the door. When we got back to the Red Rocket I started looking through my books, remembering the cookbook I had found all the way back in 108. Thing has come up all the way from the Capitol with me and well, what better time than now?
After spending a few minutes perusing the book I came across the perfect recipe for the homegrown carrots.
And, Well. Mama didnât raise a fool. If that ghoul asked for a dinner... a Dinner he will get. I am just going to have to go ALLLLLLL the way to Diamond City for the ingredients. Bastard better appreciate this.
Okay.... Well looking at this stupid book I am going to have to travel to at least 81 for some of these spices. Did people prewar have no taste buds? I have never felt the need to season meat this much! but... well maybe Brahmin really is that different from beef? Fuck. I donât know. All I know is this is costing me a fuck tonne of caps and Hancock hasnât promised to pay me back as of yet.
Okay so... I am very happy that carrots store well in the root cellars under my Red Rocket or this entire planning would have gone to shit. But still. Three weeks later I have been able to gather all the spices that this stupid recipe calls for. Hancock is due to join Mac and I tomorrow and I will be cooking then. These fucks have no clue what kinda meal I have planned. God itâs gonna be so fucking good. Â
I Know. I KNOW Mac doesn't like mushrooms but well he can just fuckinâ deal tonight. Itâs what the recipe calls for and if he likes the boxed shit then he should just have his mouth watering at all this. Cost me a god damn pretty penny too. Glowing fungus, Brain Fungus and some of the Blight that Hancock had shipped in for Far Harbor. I mean. He was getting me Radchicken Eggs so a mushroom shouldnât have been that hard... Right?
I am really happy I managed to fix up the camera for this. I think I might have the flash set to high but..... well there is gonna be some issue when learning a new gadget, amIright?
The carrots call for something named ginger? I have NEVER heard of this before but I was in a weirdly marked grocery store recently and I found a package of ⌠powdery dried root(?). I dunno. I was weird but I am gunna just assume that this is what they are talking about. The English word SAID ginger so... I mean. I have to assume.
And then It said something About a Food Processor? The fuck is that exactly? Well I did some reading and apparently the lazy idiots prewar couldnât be bothered to chop their own food and they had some sort of ⌠specialized âBot do it?
Hancock suggested I got ask Codsworth... but well I am not gonna be asking that prissy little shit cake anything anytime soon! So, I just had him chop up everything nice and small. It says crumble... and well everything LOOKS crumbled so it works... Right?
After that I moved on the Salisbury Steak. I had to send Mac to DC to see Polly for Brahmin meat, AND THEN had to chop it so fine it was ground. What exactly was life like prewar? Did everything come in a tube where you could just squeeze it out and cook your food? Of course Brahmin had to be worked to do something like this.....Â
(Hancock was actually very helpful here. He paid for all the trade when it came to the spices.)
All In all. The boyâs were impressed. (mac grabbed his plate before I could get the picture... Goblin...)
I will probably try cooking other things from this book in the future. Especially if Hancock attempts to challenge my cooking again.
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