[Those bright mako eyes light up in surprise. While he doesn't wish to pry too much about Rude's past, Angeal can't help but feel curious about the Turk.
Is Rude the son of some wealthy diplomat or something? The man has absurdly expensive tastes. Angeal can't help but fret a little about that. He's nothing more than a country-bumpkin in comparison.]
I'm scared to hear what you'll think of my cooking.
[Is he hinting that the next date will be at his place? Maybe.]
[His family wasn't wealthy, not at all. But there was a secret to good food that this place could never replicate, and it leaves Rude smiling fondly to think of it.]
It's not fresh. In Costa, my favorite place was this cantina on the bay. You go up, sit down, and you tell them how you want the fish cooked. Not what. And they catch you something, right there. Got guys that just man the poles, casting off the cantina's dock. Catch a fish, put it in a submerged container. When you get the fish, it was alive a few minutes before they starts cooking. Vegetables were similar. Bought that day or the day before from farmers who came to the city to sell it.
[Freshness was the key ingredient. Among other things.]
And the salt.
[Rude reaches over to nudge the shaker on the table. Small, fancy little crystal thing. And filled with ordinary table salt, small, fine crystals.]
We don't use this. We're a coastal city. The salt isn't mined or made from water pumped into factories. Every family knows how to get water from the bay, how to let it evaporate in the sun to make salt. It tastes like the sea. The wealthier buy it, but we made it.
[Those are the touches. Here, he has to pay quite a bit to get good chefs, because they didn't grow up eating this, cooking this.]
[ The more Rude talks about the freshness and spices associated with Costan cuisine, the more Angeal wants to try his hand at cooking an authentic Costan meal. Of course, he's not crazy enough to attempt such an endeavor for their next date. No way! However, Angeal is interested enough to try it a bit later in the month.
The main bases of Costan cuisine focus on the freshness of the fish itself. if the fish isn't fresh, then it's an instant failure. Angeal is literally going to have to pay Costa del Sol a visit in order to make a successful dish. It's practical for a man who lives in Midgar but Angeal wants to try and cook it someday. ]
So Costan cuisine is a combination of freshness and the lack of unnecessary processing of spices?
[ He lets out a thoughtful hum. Yeah, he would literally have to cook this food there in order to ensure the quality doesn't go down. Maybe if Angeal could get some vacation time--- ]
That's a tall order but someday I'll try cooking it.
[ Angeal gives Rude a grin while contemplating just how he'll manage it. ]
Until then, I could make you some of Banora's signature dishes.
[It might be amusing, to be invited to join Angeal in Costa. As it was, he shakes his head at Angeal’s conclusion.]
Cosan cuisine is a lot more than that. But those are the things that Midgar can never achieve. Other than that, it’s still complex. But this place does the other things right.
[Try cooking it? Rude doubts it, and that doubt is clear on his face. But he doesn’t say it. Is used to not saying things. Instead he nods at the offer of Banora’s food.]
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[Those bright mako eyes light up in surprise. While he doesn't wish to pry too much about Rude's past, Angeal can't help but feel curious about the Turk.
Is Rude the son of some wealthy diplomat or something? The man has absurdly expensive tastes. Angeal can't help but fret a little about that. He's nothing more than a country-bumpkin in comparison.]
I'm scared to hear what you'll think of my cooking.
[Is he hinting that the next date will be at his place? Maybe.]
I cast the line out hoping you would bite.
[He winks at Rude.]
I'm not a bad fisherman if you ask me.
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It's not fresh. In Costa, my favorite place was this cantina on the bay. You go up, sit down, and you tell them how you want the fish cooked. Not what. And they catch you something, right there. Got guys that just man the poles, casting off the cantina's dock. Catch a fish, put it in a submerged container. When you get the fish, it was alive a few minutes before they starts cooking. Vegetables were similar. Bought that day or the day before from farmers who came to the city to sell it.
[Freshness was the key ingredient. Among other things.]
And the salt.
[Rude reaches over to nudge the shaker on the table. Small, fancy little crystal thing. And filled with ordinary table salt, small, fine crystals.]
We don't use this. We're a coastal city. The salt isn't mined or made from water pumped into factories. Every family knows how to get water from the bay, how to let it evaporate in the sun to make salt. It tastes like the sea. The wealthier buy it, but we made it.
[Those are the touches. Here, he has to pay quite a bit to get good chefs, because they didn't grow up eating this, cooking this.]
But I'll try your stuff.
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The main bases of Costan cuisine focus on the freshness of the fish itself. if the fish isn't fresh, then it's an instant failure. Angeal is literally going to have to pay Costa del Sol a visit in order to make a successful dish. It's practical for a man who lives in Midgar but Angeal wants to try and cook it someday. ]
So Costan cuisine is a combination of freshness and the lack of unnecessary processing of spices?
[ He lets out a thoughtful hum. Yeah, he would literally have to cook this food there in order to ensure the quality doesn't go down. Maybe if Angeal could get some vacation time--- ]
That's a tall order but someday I'll try cooking it.
[ Angeal gives Rude a grin while contemplating just how he'll manage it. ]
Until then, I could make you some of Banora's signature dishes.
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Cosan cuisine is a lot more than that. But those are the things that Midgar can never achieve. Other than that, it’s still complex. But this place does the other things right.
[Try cooking it? Rude doubts it, and that doubt is clear on his face. But he doesn’t say it. Is used to not saying things. Instead he nods at the offer of Banora’s food.]
I think I’ll give you a chance for that.