Banquet Etiquette
Dec 30, 2017 19:23:43 GMT -6
Post by Belinda on Dec 30, 2017 19:23:43 GMT -6
Belinda smiled softly at Gar's comment about complicated dishes. She also wondered why one went through all the effort in keeping the quail encased it's it biscuit tomb. she didn't even bother to go into detail about the accompanying fig sauce that usually went with the meal.
"High society likes to make everything complicated. I cannot even tell you how many ways there are to make eggs richer than they already are." She could not count the many ways the rich managed to turn the humble egg into something ludicrous. Puddings, quiche, hollandaise sauce, poached, so on and so forth. She thought of it as the plates were switched to that of the next course. She knew this dish. Pasta, lobster, and a rich cream sauce called bechamel. The cream sauce was accompanied by a few herbs meant to highlight the light taste of the lobster.
Belinga quietly grabbed the pasts fork and the spoon. She used the spoon to help twirl the pasta into the fork then popped the whole thing in her mouth. The lobster was one of those luxuries that she did not particularly enjoy. However, she was trained to eat it in a dignified manner. It would be rude to he guest not to at least nibble at it. She noticed that the other woman she recognized at the end of the table also avoided her little lobster bits. Looks like we still have that in common. The purple haired shaman mused to herself as she continued to politely eat the pasta.
"Between you and me, I prefer the local beef more than the seafood."
"High society likes to make everything complicated. I cannot even tell you how many ways there are to make eggs richer than they already are." She could not count the many ways the rich managed to turn the humble egg into something ludicrous. Puddings, quiche, hollandaise sauce, poached, so on and so forth. She thought of it as the plates were switched to that of the next course. She knew this dish. Pasta, lobster, and a rich cream sauce called bechamel. The cream sauce was accompanied by a few herbs meant to highlight the light taste of the lobster.
Belinga quietly grabbed the pasts fork and the spoon. She used the spoon to help twirl the pasta into the fork then popped the whole thing in her mouth. The lobster was one of those luxuries that she did not particularly enjoy. However, she was trained to eat it in a dignified manner. It would be rude to he guest not to at least nibble at it. She noticed that the other woman she recognized at the end of the table also avoided her little lobster bits. Looks like we still have that in common. The purple haired shaman mused to herself as she continued to politely eat the pasta.
"Between you and me, I prefer the local beef more than the seafood."