|“|| The Recipes and Ruminations of One Dradeel of Tethyr:
'A lovely Bun-cake Brightens Anyone's Day'
The recipes herein are mine own imagining, and thus ingredients are subject to change as per my whim.
A simple little dish for a rainy afternoon.
The eggs of a seabird,
A spoon of Whitecap-fungus,
The fruit of your choose for sweetening,
One small measure of the belladonna root.
Prepare as one would a broadloaf, though less time given to the rising. Bake in a well stoked hearth under leaves for one turn of the hourglass.
Notes to myself: Refrain from ever eating this ever again. Exceptionally poisonous. Remember the week on the kitchen floor.
Dradeel's Vegetable Surprise
A dish that turned out surprisingly edible. Not recommended as the primary meal every day for 300 years. Some disorientation may result.
Place 2 cups of virgin Netherese Olive Oil and 1 large chopped onion in a large pot Saute onions in oil over medium fire until the onions begin to become clear. Add 2 chopped carrots and 2 chopped stalks of of celery. Saute for an additional 3 minutes. Add 1 1/2 quarts of water and bring to a boil. Add 2 diced potatoes, 1 cup of white wine (I find that a Myth Rhynnian vintage is perfect), 1 bay leaf, 2 diced potatoes, and chopped parsley to taste.
Cook, covered, over medium-smallish fire until vegetables are almost tender. Add 2 cups of chopped spinach and cook for additional 15 minutes. Serve hot and garnish with grated cheese.
Note: for orcish version, replace all ingredients with turnips.
Curative Ingredients for the Dispelling of Lycanthropy
Mother's family recipe.
Notes: Mother's tropical salve is a rather large failure. Research further with the following in mind: The creatures on this isle are unusual beyond their splitting into two factions. There is an odd curse, one that defies traditional remedies (such as the unfortunately dangerous muffins previous), though one is not without hope. The exotic origin of the original stock suggest a unique enchantment, not unlike that of the more widely know vampiric afflictions. The casual bite might be averted using such things as the Belladonna flower, but an intentional infection could actually require the extermination of the leader of the clan. This is merely conjecture of course, as I have been unable to examine said leader. Despite my strange immunity, his is a strength that could inflict a measure of serious damage upon my physical form. He and I have spoken on occasion, though his tolerance of me is no more resilient than mine of his.
Further note to myself: Future offerings of peace to either of the wolven clans should not take the form of muffins of any sort.
The Bachelor's Crutch
Noodles of quality and convenience.
A measure of noodles.
Combine ingredients in container. Enjoy. Oh yes, enjoy.
Notes to myself: Should probably be supplemented with something of nutritional value, lest my bones become as brittle as chalk. Perhaps the container?
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