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Mihail Enescu || Bucharest ([personal profile] bucuresti) wrote2010-01-21 10:03 pm

†002 - Definitely not allergic to garlic.

[Mihail decided that he needed to get around to cooking something. Back at home, this time of year yields some of the best food his country has to offer. Lucky for him, he's got the blessing of being a pretty decent cook. However, this only really applies to food from his region (Romanian food is more like Turkish, Russian, Ukrainian, and German food combined) so things like hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, and pizza aren't exactly within his...skills.

So he's going at making any number of things, specifically mamaliga (Romanian "peasant" cornbread that goes great with sour cream), frigarui (really spiced up kebabs), and of all things, baklava. There seems to be a cloud of garlic powder and any number of spices floating around him, and there's a gratuitous amount of pork, among other meat. Romanians like their meat, y'know.

This is more like stress relief for him, other than just traditional winter cooking time. He hasn't had the best month and he's just gotten over being sick for the umpteenth time, so cooking seems like an awesome stress reliever.

He's more than willing to share (his inner Romanian grandma will probably say you look too skinny and then shove some mamaliga in your mouth), but there is a degree of acquired taste to this stuff, except maybe the baklava.
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check ma keywords. ♥

[identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...snerk, shoving things to people's mouths. and look who's peering around the corner. totally the first person mihail needed to see, right? right? and now i try to take this seriously:

yuri doesn't necessarily peek. instead, he walks right into the kitchen, looking for something or the other, probably some medicine and something to vomit up later eat. and. uh. yeah. you know what happens. ]


Hi.

oh u ♥

[identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
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...Hello.

[identity profile] sibirtigger.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Your stress will not be relieved. Nebojsa's watching you and he doesn't trust you.

because, yeah, florence is the only thing in my playlist now. literally.

[identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's like he's spicing the kebabs with his tears! opening one of the cabinets in an attempt to distract his attention, he digs through plastic and glass containers of medicine until he finds the syrup he's looking for. somewhere along the way, he sets up a teapot to make some black tea and cuts up some lemons.

GEE THAT SILENCE LASTED FOREVER. ]


How are you.

nnn, html fail

[identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
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Decent.

[identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
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Ah, may I help you?

[identity profile] sibirtigger.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"You are Mihail, da?"

[identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
That's good.

[identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
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Y-yes? Why?

[identity profile] sibirtigger.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
He moves across the room and looms over the man.
"You are knowing, Yuri?"

[identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
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How are you?

pretend this icon is FRIGHT

[identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
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Y-yes?

Will do. XD

[identity profile] sibirtigger.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
He leans down real close.
"Then you should know. If you bring harm to him, in anyway, I will know, and you will pay."
He smiled, patting Mihail's cheek.
"You are understanding, da?"

[identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ he's waiting for the kettle's whistle. any time now. really. as soon as his tea's done, he's out of here with his medicine and his one tiny slice of lemon. ]

...Ah, good. Sick.

okay, just pretend from here on out, he looks TERRIFIED

[identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
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Y-yes, I un-understand.

[identity profile] sibirtigger.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
He continued to smile.
"Good." He straightens up. "Enjoy your food and remember Mihail, I am always watching."

With that he turns and leaves the room.

[identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
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Oh... You too?

[identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ i'm always sick ]

Yes, it's...nothing. [ that last words comes as an exhalation. ]

[identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
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Really? Nothing?

[identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Just a - [ migraine, some nausea, i can't feel my fingers. suddenly muted, like a television set. ]

I did not know you were sick. [ he spares a lingering glance, but the kettle whistles and his attention is suddenly divided between mihail and his tea. ]

[identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Ah-- []

Your tea is ready.

[identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ nodding. innocuously pouring himself a cup of tea with a slice of lemon and some sort of syrup mixed in. it's funny how someone so big and intimidating and rough drinks tea, of all things. ]

Homesick?

[identity profile] cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
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Not...particularly. Targoviste is here now. []

[identity profile] gulags.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ stop being emo and smile. you know it's funny. ]

...Who? [ it's lovesickness isn't it? and yuri ignoring it just...yeah, peachy keen. ]

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