Food for your soul Ch10
Disclaimer; JKR owns the rights to Harry Potter and I'm not her.
Saying goodbye to Meghan and Mena had been very hard on Harry. Everyone cried. Of course Mena could have been crying because of the loaded diaper but Harry would take it. Andy too had come to send him off. She thanked him for the books and promised to check in on Meghan and the baby every so often. Meghan had kissed him rather desperately but wished him luck and instructed him to find out if European women were everything they are rumored to be.
Harry's first cruise would be from Dublin, Ireland to Halifax, Canada. From there he'd catch up with another ship to Florida where he would meet up with the ship he'd be on for the next year. This first ship was a three master sail ship, the Princess Anne. This was is shake down cruise, where he would gain his sea legs and learn how to move and cook onboard a boat. He had no experience trying to cook when the ground rocked and swayed beneath him.
He would also learn the way that the cruise line liked things to be done. He doubted very much that the way they wanted things done, would be how things were actually done. Really restaurants don't want the staff to steal food yet they know it inevitably happens. If they want to stay in business they even plan for it.
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As Harry was looked for his ship in Dublin, Andy received her copy of the Daily Prophet.
Harry Potter's new book Happy Wife, Happy Life set to be bestseller!
By. Jasmine White
Harry Potter also known as The-Boy-Who-Lived, The-Man-Who-Conquered, Britain's most eligible bachelor has recently released two cook books. Yes, you read that correctly, Cook books. The single man's guild to eating well and my personal favorite Happy Wife, Happy Life. I will be buying both titles for my husband and sons.
You see ladies Harry has written these books in order to teach men to cook. Many of you will remember the skill Potter has in the kitchen. He is attempting to pass that skill onto our husbands and sons. He even suggested in the introduction that our men should give us the night off and cook for us.
Until I tasted Mr. Potter's scrumptious food at The Three Broomsticks, I found the idea of a man cooking laughable. According to Harry many muggle men cook and even share in household tasks like cleaning.
I implore you to get these books for the men in your life. Force them to read if you must!
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Harry found his ship and was introduced to the head Chef Stephen Rice. Chef Rice was a short man around 5'1" with black hair just starting to grey. He was stocky and had a stern demeanor. Harry had to shake off the thought that this man is what a child of Professors Flitwick and McGonagall would look like. Despite his stern demeanor, Harry found him likable and could easily follow this man's orders.
Chef Rice introduced him to his Sous-chef Rebecca "never Becky" Lebouch. She was a twenty six year old French Canadian, around 5'8" with her vibrant red hair tied up in a bun. Rebecca gave him a quick tour of the kitchen before getting him kitted out with uniforms and showing him to his room. She said to come find her when he was ready.
Cell would have been a better word. The ten by twelve windowless room held a bunk bed, two large lockers, a chest of drawers and a tiny desk. Across from the bed was the smallest bathroom outside of a plane. There was a toilet and a shower stall. The room was so small that sink was built into the back of the toilet.
Harry quickly put his things away. He changed into his uniform, pulled on his clogs and left his cell, carrying his toolbox. He quickly found Rebecca.
"Potter right?"
"Yes, Chef. Harry works too." He said giving her a smile.
"We're assigning you to our pastry chef Angela Chen, no one on her line speaks English very well except Chen. Since you speak soon of their languages, you're going to help her get them in order. How are you at cake decorating?"
"I suck at it."
"How about chocolate or sugar sculpting?"
"I'm a master chocolatier. I've never tried sugar pulling."
"Good, so you can make yourself useful."
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Soon Harry was introduced to Angela Chen. She had a very bubbly personality. She was tall with black hair and eyes. She had a very open demeanor and smiled a lot. They were cleaning up before starting prep for dinner service.
"So Harry tell me about yourself. How long have you been cooking?"
"My name is Harry Potter, I'm from Wales but grew up in Surrey. I'm fluent in six languages but can speak eight so far and I've been cooking for just shy of five years."
"Are you married? Kids?"
"Never been married. Have a baby girl at home, she's not technically mine but close enough."
"I'm guessing that's a story."
"My semi-girlfriend, best friend, roommate got pregnant, no father around, so I claimed her as mine. I guess technically I'm her landlord but I draw the line at charging an infant rent."
"Well every girl needs a dad. Besides the deposits an infant makes I doubt you'd want." She laughed.
"Is there a manly way to say Eeewwww!? You just had to go there. So what about you? Where are you from? Husband? Kids?"
"I'm from Lakeland, Florida. No kids and a soon to be ex-husband." She said a bit wistfully.
"Well I'm out of things to say. So what is it you need me to do?"
"I need chocolate curls, some mixed chocolate garnish, a collection of six to eight kinds of truffle and some form of chocolate sculpture for the chocolate fountain tomorrow night. Curls and garnish I need for tonight and the rest is prep for tomorrow. Can you do all that?"
"How many of each?"
"About forty pounds of curls and five hundred garnish. Three hundred of each type of truffle."
"Jesus! If I get started right now, I can do it. Which way to dry storage?"
"Grab a cart, I'll help you get what you need."
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When Harry finally crawled into bed he was actually grateful for the lack of windows. The sun would be up soon.
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A/N: And he's off! Thanks for the reviews.