[A small picnic basket that is very much for awful, rude gryphons who scratch their owners is placed outside of the door. Within the basket it is notably cooler, and a little hedgehog made of meat has been placed within.
A second basket has a small bottle of white wine meant for summer evenings. A small container has a light salad composed of tender baby spinach greens, a mix of berries, and some fresh farm goat cheese kissed with a drizzle of honey.
The larger container? That has a lightly roasted chicken breast within. Plating in containers is hard, but Alucard has placed little lemon wedges around the de-boned breast that has been poached in wine along with aromatic herbs like thyme and basil along with garlic, and paired it with roasted potatoes dressed in the same herbs.
Desert is set in the other side of the picnic basket. With warm weather, there's precious little more perfect than a light raspberry mousse sprinkled with salt and a faint sprinkle of chopped thyme to add a wonderful contrasting earthiness.
It's this or becoming a part of a Taylor Swift song. So you know.
Effort and no one asking where the fuck Alucard is doing all of this since he lives in a cactus.]
APOLOGY DINNER AFTER HECKING IT UP
For you and Mog.
[A small picnic basket that is very much for awful, rude gryphons who scratch their owners is placed outside of the door. Within the basket it is notably cooler, and a little hedgehog made of meat has been placed within.
A second basket has a small bottle of white wine meant for summer evenings. A small container has a light salad composed of tender baby spinach greens, a mix of berries, and some fresh farm goat cheese kissed with a drizzle of honey.
The larger container? That has a lightly roasted chicken breast within. Plating in containers is hard, but Alucard has placed little lemon wedges around the de-boned breast that has been poached in wine along with aromatic herbs like thyme and basil along with garlic, and paired it with roasted potatoes dressed in the same herbs.
Desert is set in the other side of the picnic basket. With warm weather, there's precious little more perfect than a light raspberry mousse sprinkled with salt and a faint sprinkle of chopped thyme to add a wonderful contrasting earthiness.
It's this or becoming a part of a Taylor Swift song. So you know.
Effort and no one asking where the fuck Alucard is doing all of this since he lives in a cactus.]