90th of Winter of 513 A.V.
With the passing of winter at hand and the warmth of the spring washing away the chill in the air Cosette had been asked by the senior cook to assist him in a job that she whole-heartedly enjoyed. That was, roasting barbeque outdoors. As delightful as the Herald's Arm was within, Cosette enjoyed bright and open spaces more. Fresh and lively, that was the key to her mood and she couldn't be more pleased at the very moment.
She was presently cutting a slab of beef that had been marinated in a liter of soy sauce and lemon juice and replacing the meat she had just taken out of the bowl with another freshly cut and punctured slab. The process was time consuming, but with the need to sleep all but eliminated from her system by her native condition of being undead she could wait... wait until the acid quality of the marinate and enzymes broke down enough of the tissue to make the meat tender and easy to chew. Of course she had to be careful, mindful that too long in the marinade and the outer layer of meat might be ruined. Dutiful prodding to allow the liquid to soak within was an option, but Cosette had adopted a different technique. She had cut the slab of meat down the center in a thin enough slice that the meat would be prepared adequately on either side and right down to the center of the tightly packed muscle.
The wet rub that would follow the marination would consist of finely cut herbs - chili and spring onions mostly - and crushed garlic, some of which the girl was still beating into submission... then when the coat of honey was thoroughly applied until the slice of meat glazed with it's golden coat she could set it to the fire and then... as they hoped, the smell everyone passing the Herald's Arms would be drawn to it like mice to cheese... except Cosette had never really seen mice eat cheese, she'd only been told they did.
With the passing of winter at hand and the warmth of the spring washing away the chill in the air Cosette had been asked by the senior cook to assist him in a job that she whole-heartedly enjoyed. That was, roasting barbeque outdoors. As delightful as the Herald's Arm was within, Cosette enjoyed bright and open spaces more. Fresh and lively, that was the key to her mood and she couldn't be more pleased at the very moment.
She was presently cutting a slab of beef that had been marinated in a liter of soy sauce and lemon juice and replacing the meat she had just taken out of the bowl with another freshly cut and punctured slab. The process was time consuming, but with the need to sleep all but eliminated from her system by her native condition of being undead she could wait... wait until the acid quality of the marinate and enzymes broke down enough of the tissue to make the meat tender and easy to chew. Of course she had to be careful, mindful that too long in the marinade and the outer layer of meat might be ruined. Dutiful prodding to allow the liquid to soak within was an option, but Cosette had adopted a different technique. She had cut the slab of meat down the center in a thin enough slice that the meat would be prepared adequately on either side and right down to the center of the tightly packed muscle.
The wet rub that would follow the marination would consist of finely cut herbs - chili and spring onions mostly - and crushed garlic, some of which the girl was still beating into submission... then when the coat of honey was thoroughly applied until the slice of meat glazed with it's golden coat she could set it to the fire and then... as they hoped, the smell everyone passing the Herald's Arms would be drawn to it like mice to cheese... except Cosette had never really seen mice eat cheese, she'd only been told they did.
