Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2014 10:41:19 GMT -5
Adrian wanted to do something himself for once in a long time, truth be told, he wasn't that good of a cook, though he was French. He mostly ate what he was given or just ate things uncooked, which made for a lot of salads, fruits and nuts. So, what do you do when you're given free reign of a Kitchen somewhere and provided with most of the ingredients one would need to learn valuable skills. That was what Adrian wished to do, learn a skill or two with some kitchen implements, his goal was to accomplish edible results within a day or two. Easier said than done, but he had a cookbook he had taken from the library open on a counter in front of him. On the pages was something easy enough, or so he thought, French Toast, humming to himself ever so lightly, he began gathering supplies from the fridge and drawers.
Much like the shows on the internet and on TV, he made sure to have a clean workspace, as well as separate his ingredients. Eggs in a bowl, unbroken. Flour and a mixing bowl, a unopened pack of sliced bread, cinnamon and nutmeg, as well as sugar.Yet he had trouble finding some items in the kitchen, pouting to himself, here alone in the Kitchen, he half crawled into a lower cabinet in search of a weighing scale of some form. His hair scattering with the movement, his eyes engulfed with the darkness, though his humming only stopped momentarily. The scent of vanilla naturally left his being, as did it from the bottle he had found of vanilla pods upon the counter. The doors to the Kitchen were closed, but not locked and nothing dangerous had been turned on yet. When the door opened however, there would be a cry from Adrian as he suddenly rose in surprise and bang his head on the ceiling of the cabinet. Tears eking out of his eyes as he clutches his head, letting out a pained sound as he tried to not cry.
Much like the shows on the internet and on TV, he made sure to have a clean workspace, as well as separate his ingredients. Eggs in a bowl, unbroken. Flour and a mixing bowl, a unopened pack of sliced bread, cinnamon and nutmeg, as well as sugar.Yet he had trouble finding some items in the kitchen, pouting to himself, here alone in the Kitchen, he half crawled into a lower cabinet in search of a weighing scale of some form. His hair scattering with the movement, his eyes engulfed with the darkness, though his humming only stopped momentarily. The scent of vanilla naturally left his being, as did it from the bottle he had found of vanilla pods upon the counter. The doors to the Kitchen were closed, but not locked and nothing dangerous had been turned on yet. When the door opened however, there would be a cry from Adrian as he suddenly rose in surprise and bang his head on the ceiling of the cabinet. Tears eking out of his eyes as he clutches his head, letting out a pained sound as he tried to not cry.