Seven came too fast. She'd litterally been cooking all night and day to make sure that everything was done perfectly. While the pot roast had cooked in the oven, she had to mix the proper alcohol content with the right amount of blood to blend. Of course, she also had to find a way to infuse the blood with the blood orange, so it would be edible for a Vampire as well. But all in all, she'd managed to make an alcoholic blood drink, and a non-alcoholic drink.
Her white hair was still in a tight bun, loose strands hanging down. Her white apron with a red heart that said "Kiss the cook" on the front was stained in a lot of different places, red here from the blood, black here from chocolate. But that didn't matter. Her white shirt underneith was still white, her shorts still clean as well.
There were buckets of water in front of each stove, and despite the hot temperature in the kitchen, she was only a little uncomfortable. That's what the buckets of water were for. To help keep her cooler than the air around her. She smiled, moving to the dining hall. Barefoot and slightly wetfooted, she stood, hoping that she didn't cook all this food for no one.
Several dishes were laid out, everything on a different table. One table served as a small bar, with different wines and alcohols set out.
Potroast
Miso soup
Minestrone soup
Peach, Strawberry, and Banana Bruschetta
Cupcakes with cream-cheese icing
Chocolate Chunk Brownies
Blood Cocktail (Non-alcoholic)
Blood Cocktail (Alcoholic)
Her white hair was still in a tight bun, loose strands hanging down. Her white apron with a red heart that said "Kiss the cook" on the front was stained in a lot of different places, red here from the blood, black here from chocolate. But that didn't matter. Her white shirt underneith was still white, her shorts still clean as well.
There were buckets of water in front of each stove, and despite the hot temperature in the kitchen, she was only a little uncomfortable. That's what the buckets of water were for. To help keep her cooler than the air around her. She smiled, moving to the dining hall. Barefoot and slightly wetfooted, she stood, hoping that she didn't cook all this food for no one.
Several dishes were laid out, everything on a different table. One table served as a small bar, with different wines and alcohols set out.
Potroast
Miso soup
Minestrone soup
Peach, Strawberry, and Banana Bruschetta
Cupcakes with cream-cheese icing
Chocolate Chunk Brownies
Blood Cocktail (Non-alcoholic)
Blood Cocktail (Alcoholic)
Last edited by Lillith on Sat Jun 25, 2011 4:53 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : spelled 'cook' wrong...lol)