Mini-Challenge: Cheftide

[lannamichaels]

Thanks to crantz for the name!

Let's face it. Some characters are good at cooking. Some characters are not good at cooking. Some characters merely need to allow their cooking genius to develop. But all of it makes for great fic!

This year, let's write some cooking for Yuletide. Let's explore all manner and methods of preparing food for consumption, whether it be for humans or space aliens or bears or anything you can think of.

"Cooking", for the sake of this challenge, is defined as broadly as you like to be for any kind of food preparation you would like it to be. Recipes optional, but welcome.

To participate, leave a comment with your AO3 name, your fandoms, and any prompts, and/or put them in your letter as Cheftide prompts. When posting your fic, tag it as Cheftide.

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[mary_the_gardener]

Ao3 name: Mary_the_gardener

Letter: https://mary-the-gardener.dreamwidth.org/433.html

Fandom: My So-Called Life

Prompt: Graham in the kitchen with some youngling! I'd love to see him spend some time with Danielle in there, and equally love him to interact with Rayanne. Wanna add Ricky? Still perfect for me!


Fandom: A Moveable Feast

Prompts:
-(from People of the Seine) What if one time Hem somehow (E.g. he made friends with a fisherman and he made him try or somehow got his hands on a fishing rod or something) ended up fishing himself and then, instead of going to eat friture a Bas Meudon tried to cook the goujons himself? Extra kudos if you add him and Hadley bickering because of it
-( also Two For One 2020 Challenge) Sort of fusion with Islands in the Stream, there's this part:

“Papa, tell us some more about when you and Tommy and Tommy’s mother were poor. How poor did you ever get?”

“They were pretty poor,” Roger said. “I can remember when your father used to make up all young Tom’s bottles in the morning and go to the market to buy the best and the cheapest vegetables. I’d meet him coming back from the market when I would be going out for breakfast.”

“I was the finest judge of poireaux in the sixth arrondissement,” Thomas Hudson told the boys.

“What’s poireaux?”

“Leeks.”

“It looks like long, green, quite big onions,” young Tom said. “Only it’s not bright shiny like onions. It’s dull shiny. The leaves are green and the ends are white. You boil it and eat it cold with olive oil and vinegar mixed with salt and pepper. You eat the whole thing, top and all. It’s delicious. I believe I’ve eaten as much of it as maybe anyone in the world.”



and I would just love to see more of the A Moveable Feast's Hem dealing with poireaux (And why not, milk formulae and such)