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Chapter 2 – Food
Sesshomaru entered the kitchen to see that it was empty. He pulled out an old recipe book that read. 'Ukrainian traditional dishes' He scanned through the book, finding dishes such ask Varenyky, Holubtsi, and Borsch. He stopped on a page that read 'Potato Dumplings' the recipe seemed to be quite simplistic. Sesshomaru, thinking it wouldn't be too difficult, began to search for the ingredients while singing a merry tune.
"Potato! Potato dumplings! So so yummy When its in my tummy! 2 cups of hot mashed potatoes 1/3 cups of fine dry bread crumbs 2 egg yolks hope I don't choke!
Potato! Potato dumplings! ¾ teaspoon pepper! 1/3 cup of all-purpose flour It tastes sweet and not sour!
Potato! Potato dumplings! Get 2 egg whites Beat them till they're stiff but not dry! Cause I don't wanna cry!
Now we mix the ingredients in a large bowl Place them on a floured board and roll Cut into 2 or three inch strips Careful as not to slip
Potato! Potato dumplings! Drop into boiling salt water Watch it as it gets hotter Cook until they float to the top Then that's it! Potato! Potato dumplings!"
Sesshomaru stood in utter silence wondering where the idiocy had come from and began making potato dumplings.
Thirty minutes and ten pounds of flour later, Sesshomaru succeeded in making potato dumplings.
"I could make some Kasha, sour rye bread, or sweetened bread with this." Sesshomaru commented as he took a bite of his work. "Oh yes! I could have a full meal! Make some fish, hot cereal, and noodles! Some fresh fruit would also sound nice as well." Sesshomaru squealed in delight as he scurried back over to his recipe book.
"Hmm, here it says that in Western Ukraine the people eat more beats and meats. While in Eastern Ukraine people tend to eat more breads and grains." Sesshomaru pondered as he ate his modern Ukraine meal. Sesshomaru let out a sigh, signaling that he was stuffed.
"Maybe I should check out Ukrainian Employment next." Sesshomaru said as he propped himself on his feet and waddled out of the kitchen.
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Chapter 2 – Food
Sesshomaru entered the kitchen to see that it was empty. He pulled out an old recipe book that read. 'Ukrainian traditional dishes' He scanned through the book, finding dishes such ask Varenyky, Holubtsi, and Borsch. He stopped on a page that read 'Potato Dumplings' the recipe seemed to be quite simplistic. Sesshomaru, thinking it wouldn't be too difficult, began to search for the ingredients while singing a merry tune.
"Potato! Potato dumplings! So so yummy When its in my tummy! 2 cups of hot mashed potatoes 1/3 cups of fine dry bread crumbs 2 egg yolks hope I don't choke!
Potato! Potato dumplings! ¾ teaspoon pepper! 1/3 cup of all-purpose flour It tastes sweet and not sour!
Potato! Potato dumplings! Get 2 egg whites Beat them till they're stiff but not dry! Cause I don't wanna cry!
Now we mix the ingredients in a large bowl Place them on a floured board and roll Cut into 2 or three inch strips Careful as not to slip
Potato! Potato dumplings! Drop into boiling salt water Watch it as it gets hotter Cook until they float to the top Then that's it! Potato! Potato dumplings!"
Sesshomaru stood in utter silence wondering where the idiocy had come from and began making potato dumplings.
Thirty minutes and ten pounds of flour later, Sesshomaru succeeded in making potato dumplings.
"I could make some Kasha, sour rye bread, or sweetened bread with this." Sesshomaru commented as he took a bite of his work. "Oh yes! I could have a full meal! Make some fish, hot cereal, and noodles! Some fresh fruit would also sound nice as well." Sesshomaru squealed in delight as he scurried back over to his recipe book.
"Hmm, here it says that in Western Ukraine the people eat more beats and meats. While in Eastern Ukraine people tend to eat more breads and grains." Sesshomaru pondered as he ate his modern Ukraine meal. Sesshomaru let out a sigh, signaling that he was stuffed.
"Maybe I should check out Ukrainian Employment next." Sesshomaru said as he propped himself on his feet and waddled out of the kitchen.