RE: C4H10FO2P
02-05-2019, 07:22 PM
You make grabby hand gestures and an angry face at the alleged uncle. He raises a blonde eyebrow at you and smiles, "What? What do you want Alex?"
You grab the whiteboard off of the wall and instantly scribble down some words onto it, 'Are you holding out on French toast batter?'
Your 'uncle' laughs, placing the shopping bag down onto the counter, 'Well?' This was no laughing matter, you were actually really intrigued on how this pancake-toast thing would taste like. 'Tell me so-called-uncle'.
He stops laughing as he reads what you had just written, "I know you don't like me that much Alex, so if calling me uncle doesn't make you feel comfortable, you can just call me Daniel,"
Daniel pauses, "On French Toast batter though, I actually just downloaded a recipe on different types of French toast so I made quite a few batter batches at my cookery class. I turned up late so I couldn't make them there. Would you like some?"
You nod rapidly, almost cheering as you take the container of batter. Daniel then proceeds to pull out two more containers full to the brim with batter. They look like they could hold 2 litres of water in them if you guessed. For once in his life, you think the man must've been useful.
Experimentally, you open the lid, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filling your senses. Daniel has his back turned, so you dip a finger into the batter and give it a quick taste. Nice. Turning the hob back on, you grab the pancake you made earlier and submerge it into the batter. Flopping it into the pan, you almost smile as it sizzles, still slightly hot from when you last had it turned on. Outside, the sky seems to have dimmed, dark clouds covering what had used to be a sunny day. The high-tide is coming in from what it looks like. Which is normal if you live near the beach. This early though? That does surprise you.
Flip!
You can hear Daniel moving about behind you as another impatient buzz sounds in your back pocket. This time, they're waiting, no matter how long. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and if you skip that, you might as well say goodbye to having a good day.
It sounds like he's actually been shopping whilst out too. Another container of Orange juice is placed next to the one on the side as well as two tin cans that you don't bother reading the labels of. You're too engrossed in the making of this awesome-ass thing. When you think the batter looks golden enough, you flip the thick 'German toast' onto the plate again. For toppings, you simply don some maple syrup. You can't go wrong with that, can you?
"Looks good chef!" Daniel praises, patting your shoulder.
You glower at the man as you take a fork and cut into the odd combination. Daniel can shut up. Sure, he saved your ass in your quest for oddly delicious breakfast foods, but it doesn't stop you from hating him.
Your Checklist has been updated!
You grab the whiteboard off of the wall and instantly scribble down some words onto it, 'Are you holding out on French toast batter?'
Your 'uncle' laughs, placing the shopping bag down onto the counter, 'Well?' This was no laughing matter, you were actually really intrigued on how this pancake-toast thing would taste like. 'Tell me so-called-uncle'.
He stops laughing as he reads what you had just written, "I know you don't like me that much Alex, so if calling me uncle doesn't make you feel comfortable, you can just call me Daniel,"
Daniel pauses, "On French Toast batter though, I actually just downloaded a recipe on different types of French toast so I made quite a few batter batches at my cookery class. I turned up late so I couldn't make them there. Would you like some?"
You nod rapidly, almost cheering as you take the container of batter. Daniel then proceeds to pull out two more containers full to the brim with batter. They look like they could hold 2 litres of water in them if you guessed. For once in his life, you think the man must've been useful.
Experimentally, you open the lid, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filling your senses. Daniel has his back turned, so you dip a finger into the batter and give it a quick taste. Nice. Turning the hob back on, you grab the pancake you made earlier and submerge it into the batter. Flopping it into the pan, you almost smile as it sizzles, still slightly hot from when you last had it turned on. Outside, the sky seems to have dimmed, dark clouds covering what had used to be a sunny day. The high-tide is coming in from what it looks like. Which is normal if you live near the beach. This early though? That does surprise you.
Flip!
You can hear Daniel moving about behind you as another impatient buzz sounds in your back pocket. This time, they're waiting, no matter how long. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and if you skip that, you might as well say goodbye to having a good day.
It sounds like he's actually been shopping whilst out too. Another container of Orange juice is placed next to the one on the side as well as two tin cans that you don't bother reading the labels of. You're too engrossed in the making of this awesome-ass thing. When you think the batter looks golden enough, you flip the thick 'German toast' onto the plate again. For toppings, you simply don some maple syrup. You can't go wrong with that, can you?
"Looks good chef!" Daniel praises, patting your shoulder.
You glower at the man as you take a fork and cut into the odd combination. Daniel can shut up. Sure, he saved your ass in your quest for oddly delicious breakfast foods, but it doesn't stop you from hating him.
Your Checklist has been updated!
Spoiler