#j4m's stuff

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Usually when Wildwing is in the kitchen making a meal for the team he is usually seen alone or with his kid brother, but even Nosedive knows that when Wildwing insists that he can do it alone then to just leave the team leader be. It wasn't that Wildwing was in a bad mood, no, he just really enjoyed cooking—the chemistry and art behind preparing the perfect meal; his mother always commented that cooking was a combination like art and science ('Like your father and I.' she would giggle.). That morning while grocery shopping with the team he was stopped by a fan who was actually a chef and the two began to ramble about recipes and cooking styles; thus bringing him to his latest project for the evening: Parmesano Reggiano.

Tonight he insisted to be alone as he cooked, which the team respected his wishes—that is, the team except Canard. The young officer came out of his bedroom with a new set of clothes after returning from work, by the time he made it out of the hallway he saw Wildwing working in the kitchen and grinned evilly. He moved slowly, knees bent slightly as he sneaked up on his best friend his left arm raised slightly out of habit as if he was performing a Low Crouch with a melee weapon ready. When he was close enough he jumped up and grabbed his friend's beak shut and moved him just away from the kitchenware so he won't burn himself from the large jolt his victim made.

Making the 'kill'.

“Shh shh no tears Wildwing, just dreams.”

“For pucks sake Canard!” Wildwing yelled pushing his friend off before returning to his spot in front of the stove tops, Canard laughed at the reaction, “What are you trying to do give me a damn heart attack!?”

“No but I think I succeeded in that.” the tan mallard commented resting his arm against the slightly smaller duck's shoulder and leaning on him, he sighed and leaned a little more against Wildwing's built frame to hold himself up. “Wow, it's been a while since we fought on the battlefield.”

“Since you fought on the battlefield.” Wildwing corrected grabbing the small paper he scribbled the instructions on from the side, he skimmed over the steps he's already completed and read over the next two steps and set the paper on the side once again. “In case you don't remember I was the slave.”

“Right, right.” Canard recalled nodding slowly than reached over with his other hand to pat Wildwing's pecs, “Man you would've loved it, I know I did...well except the times when we were shot at, or having to see comrades die, or almost freezing to death at below zero temperatures and then there was that time we ran out of food...but shooting at the lizards was fun! And so was running them over with our rover.” Wildwing clicked his tongue, not knowing how to really react at first and just decided to let it go and continue cooking the new sauce, veterans.

“Canard.” Wildwing started getting a little more uncomfortable, sure he respected his friend immensely for being in the resistance, especially when Canard busted him and his brother out of the slave camps, but the stories he told sometimes made Wildwing think the soldier went AWL. Canard stopped and looked over, purring out a 'yes?'. “Your weirdness is showing.”

“My weirdness?” he gasped with a held in laugh, “My—wha? And you think you're normal Wildwing?”

“Well, more than you that's for sure.” Wildwing commented with a casual shrug, he grabbed the shredded bits of cheese and poured it into the pan as he continuously stirred the metallic spoon around. He turned to grab the crushed up cashews but stopped, it didn't look like the sauce really needed it so placed the cashews back, they can always be used for something else. Canard blinked and watched as Wildwing scooped a small dollop of sauce,

“Wait, you cook?” Wildwing paused for a moment as the spoon was just a mere inch away from his bill and rolled his eyes,

“No, I'm a professional mixer.” with that he took the liberty to take a taste at the sauce, it was good but there was something missing from it he felt. The officer continued to stare closely at the pale duck with his arm still resting on the amateur chef's shoulder, after a moment he hissed.

“More like a professional ass.”

“Well what do you think I've been doing?” Wildwing asked with a small laugh, proud that he was able to get Canard annoyed for disrupting him. Drake at this point happened to be walking by when he heard the commotion in the kitchen, seeing Wildwing's tasting spoon was still full the larger mallard swooped down swiftly, grabbing Wildwing's hand and tasting the rest of the sauce. Wildwing jumped the second time that night and held his breath, it occurred to him then even though Drake had stayed with them for two weeks it was the first time he had cooked with Drake around. Wildwing opened his mouth to comment but couldn't bring himself to saying a word when the legendary duck grabbed the paper from the counter and looked it over, then nodded.

“Did you add the cup of heavy cream to it?”

“Um, what?” Wildwing asked and then shook his head to snap back to reality, he looked at the paper and gasped seeing that he left the measuring cup of cream on the counter. “Shoot!” he gasped throwing in the contents from the cup, he stirred it around and lowered the heat so he won't burn anything else in the pan.

“It was good but just needed some thickness.” Drake said patting Wildwing's empty shoulder, seeing that Canard still occupied the other, he left them alone as he sung a 'you're welcome' over his shoulder. Canard remained unamused and rolled his eyes seeing that his friend quickly bounced back from the minor error,

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” Wildwing asked getting caught off guard, he didn't say anything—and his attention was to the cooking so it wasn't like he did anything to offend the veteran. Canard pointed to his face,

“Blushing, stop blushing. Damn he's not that romantic or anything.”

“I'm not blushing!” Wildwing automatically denied, though even he wasn't aware that his face was red. He felt fine, “And if I am it's not from Drake either, Canard.” His best friend tapped on his elbow for a moment as he observed that Wildwing was tasting the sauce again and just blurted out,

“You two licked the same spoon.” Apparently that was all it took to make Wildwing almost spit-take the sauce he was trying and kick Canard out of the kitchen, there was one too many in the work space anyways.

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(o⌒．⌒o) ♫･*:.｡.~Recipe~ .｡.:*･♫

Parmesano Reggaino/ Pecorino Romano Alfredo Cream Sauce

4 tablespoons butter

1 tablespoon minced garlic

1 cup heavy cream

1 cup pecorino romano, grated

1/2 cup parmesano reggiano, grated

1 teaspoon black pepper

Directions:

In a medium saucepan melt butter and add garlic.

Let garlic saute for 3-4 minutes, or until aromatic.

Add cream and heat until a soft boil (watch it closely!)

Lower heat slightly and add cheeses.

Continue to stir until cheese is melted and integrated.

Throw that bad ass shit on the pasta of your choice and eaaaaat iiiiit, then enjoy