Spent the day shopping and spent too much money. It was awesome ^___^ I do want to return something, but I'm going to do it at another store. I was mostly just going for a price check, but I forgot that a co-worker of mine also works at the phone place. So, she was there, and so she rang stuff up instead of the guy who'd give me more of a discount (and whom I'd be able to say no to muuuuch more easily.) But otherwise, I'm happy about the stuff I got, hehe. Even some stuff for Europe. Now I'm starting to go through my to-do list. It's long... But I am for sure going to have a netbook when I go to Europe, so I may be able to occasionally give you guys some drabbles while I'm away.
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60. Accuracy
"You know what? I'm going to teach you how to cook."
"Yer gonna do what now?" Gin said. Already, the idea did not sound like a good one.
"You heard me. You're always going out to eat. You should at least be able to make one meal. It'll be fun, promise."
"An' if I don' wanna learn?"
"Of course you do. Now let's go shopping for dinner."
Rangiku tugged at his hand. Gin knew he had no choice in the matter, he was going to have a cooking lesson whether he liked it or not. If it had been anyone else, he could have refused, but then no one else would ever have asked, or rather, demanded. Sometimes, it made him a little mad to know the kind of power Rangiku could hold over him.
As Rangiku began handing Gin ingredients to hold, he could not help but note that they were going to be making chicken curry, a dish Rangiku particularly enjoyed while Gin himself merely thought it was good though nothing extraordinary. Once he mastered the dish, he knew Rangiku would want him to cook it for her quite often.
After Gin paid for the items, they made their way to Gin's new set of rooms. Rangiku loved spending time there. As a captain, Gin's room were exceptionally nice and full of new comfortable furniture. Sometimes Gin wondered if she liked him or his couch more.
"Okay, now first there's a lot of stuff to cut up. That's the hardest part really, getting everything out and ready to throw in. It's a fast curry, so once it starts cooking, you really only have a couple of minutes to get the new ingredients in." Rangiku told him and handed over the knife.
"Now, I know the recipe has exact measurements, but when you're cooking, it's more about the feel of it, you know?" Rangiku began adding spices without measuring. "They're a good guideline, I guess, but usually it just makes really boring food that way. You can even add stuff to make it more interesting. Everything is good in curry."
"Since I'm jus' learnin though, let's leave them things out. Get the basics down first." Sometimes, Rangiku added strange things that no one else would ever want to eat. The rest of the time, Gin had to admit she was a good cook. Or at least, he had survived her cooking during their rukongai days.
"I guess we'll keep it simple, since it's a lesson and all," Rangiku said.
"Tha's a lotta spice yer addin' there," Gin said. He knew one could be quite liberal with spices when using a recipe, but the recipe had called for half a teaspoon of the yellow-orange tumeric, and Rangiku had to have added over a tablespoon.
"Who's the cook here?"
"I'm supposed to be."
"Well, I've made this a lot more than you," Rangiku said, but as Gin stirred the spices into the mixture, her eyes widened. The dish had become a brilliant shade of yellow. Gin knew it should not have looked that alarmingly bright. "It should be fine. Just because it's yellow doesn't mean anything."
"Whatever ya say, Ran-chan." He had to struggle not to widen his usual smirk. If Rangiku had ruined their dinner while she tried to teach him how to cook, he was afraid she would hit him if he laughed too much.
A short while later, and much adding and mixing of thing by Rangiku, the mixture was somewhat less yellow and more of a dingy orange. Gin was no less reassured, however. He was fairly certain the orange had come from adding a great deal of hot red pepper paste.
Rangiku served up too plates of the stuff. Gin paused. Rangiku was not digging in; instead, she was watching him, waiting for him to take the first bite. That was the tactic Gin was going to use. He lifted a bite to his mouth and did not even have time to chew before his mouth was on fire from something putrid tasting. He spat the stuff out onto his plate and guzzled tea that was still scalding enough it only made things worse.
Rangiku ran and got him a glass of cold water which Gin gulped down, holding an ice cube against his tongue to keep some of the stinging heat at bay. By the time Gin had stopped thinking solely about making his mouth scream a little less, the vile food was gone and a heap of innocent grilled cheese sandwiches adorned a plate. "They have no spice, I promise."
"My mouth hurts."
"I'm sorry…"
"I know," Gin said. "No more cooking lessons."
"Never."
For a moment, Gin thought Rangiku might cry. "C'mere." He pulled her to him and kiss the top of her head. "Yer a good cook. S'all my fault." He ate some of a grilled cheese sandwich. "It's good grilled cheese. Real good."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. 'Sides, remember ya tried ta teach me ta cook when we was kids," Gin said. "I always messed everything up. S'why you did all the cookin'. Ya made stuff taste good. I just ain't a cook."
"They are good sandwiches."
Gin kissed the top of her head again. "Course they are. Ya made 'em and I didn' do nothin' but eat 'em."
You know, I bet Gin knows how to cook. Or at least, he COULD learn how to cook. But if Rangiku will cook for him.....
