Faction Provisioning and Field Cookery [Jedi Class]

[Saul Whesai]

Saul blinked, realizing he had probably picked the wrong person to talk to. "I guess you could say that..." Would saying that some of these starfighter engines were miniature suns be a stretch? Either way, Saul was surprised Starlin didn't know what a starship was, much less how he got here without knowing. Not like he was born on-world that had just barely started being inhabited. Must be some special reason that the Cyborg was going to leave alone for now.

The Cyborg just shrugged as Starlin apologized. "It is what it is. He is probably an amazing teacher. He and I... just seem to rub each other the wrong way. Or he expects everything in his life to just step in line within his parameters, and given how he made this place from scratch, I really can't blame him for believing that." It was the best he could do to not throw Braze under the bus. Maybe they would fix their relationship up someday. It would just have to be a time when they both could get over themselves and wanted to fix it.

There was an eyebrow raise, but he let Starlin collect all of his waste products for the compost pile. Saul's fish looked like it had been cleaned by someone who thought it was gonna be their last meal with minimal waste. Everything had a purpose, even if it was to become fertilizer. "So... I guess you like plants or felines." The Cyborg was going to guess the plants, but who knows, Jedi always had a way of surprising him for better or worse.

Starlin Dinn

 

[Leos]

Veridia
Tags: Braze

Epo-1, YT-1760 small transport
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And if you're going to eat something that was once alive, I think it's worth understanding what went into putting it on your plate. You don't have to enjoy that part to respect it…

"I... suppose that makes sense."

Food was food after all. It wasn't an act of cruelty, it was just how life worked. He didn't have to like it, but he could accept it for what it was. After all, he regularly enjoyed the fruits of that labor. The gross part was a necessity to get to the part that he could enjoy.

Still he didn't want to just stand around and be useless.

"Can I at least do something else?" Leos requested. "I don't wanna just... stand around like some jerk just watching everyone else do all the work."

 

[Braze]

Tags: Leos Saul Whesai Starlin Dinn Connel Vanagor Novac Lyrikal Soren Strife

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Braze nodded softly at that and rose, leading the way back toward the front of the class.

"Absolutely~ Come help me with the rice. You can measure the portions and wash it while everyone finishes seasoning their fish."

Once Leos had something else to occupy his hands, Braze selected one of the prepared fillets and set it across a broad green cooking leaf. He sprinkled a modest amount of salt over the flesh first, followed by cracked pepper and a scattering of fresh herbs, pressing them lightly against the surface so they would remain in place rather than tumble away. A few thin slices of citrus and aromatic vegetables followed, arranged sparingly across the center.

He folded the long sides of the leaf inward, overlapping them snugly across the fillet, then tucked the ends beneath to form a compact parcel. A length of cooking twine secured the bundle without cinching it tightly enough to crush what was inside.

"The leaf helps hold in moisture and keeps the fish away from the direct flame," Braze explained as he carried the parcel toward the fire. Rather than setting it over the brightest flames, he chose a place above a settled bed of glowing coals, where the heat remained steady and even.

"You want heat, not fire attacking your food. Let the coals do most of the work... coals are actually hotter than the flames themselves... "

With the fish cooking, Braze returned to the preparation table. Before touching anything else, he removed the board and knife used for the raw fish, washed his hands thoroughly, and replaced both with clean ones.

"Especially in the field, don't use the same dirty tools for everything. You may not have a proper kitchen, but you can still avoid making everyone sick. Boiling water or using fir can help keep things clean. "

He drew the baskets of vegetables and mushrooms closer.

The firmer vegetables came first. Braze rinsed away the clinging soil with clean water, scrubbing the skins rather than automatically peeling them away. Bruised or damaged portions were trimmed off before he began cutting everything into pieces of roughly equal thickness.

"Similar size means similar cooking time. If half of this is cut thick and half of it is paper-thin, one part will still be raw when the other starts burning."

The mushrooms received gentler treatment. Instead of leaving them to soak, Braze brushed the loose earth from their caps and wiped away what remained with a damp cloth, trimming the very ends of the stems before slicing the larger specimens. The smaller ones he left whole.

"Mushrooms hold a surprising amount of water already. Clean them, certainly, but don't drown them."

He divided the vegetables and mushrooms between a shallow grill pan and a few additional leaf parcels, seasoning them simply with salt, herbs, and a small amount of oil before setting them near the fish over the calmer portion of the coals.

Only then did Braze turn his attention toward Leos and the rice whom he presumed had started on some of his own.

He measured the dry grains into a bowl and demonstrated how to rinse them with clean water, gently moving the rice through his fingers before draining away the cloudy liquid. He repeated the process several times until the water ran considerably clearer. He showed difference between his and Leos' water.

"You're washing away loose starch and whatever might have gotten into it during storage or travel. You don't need to scrub it to death. Just rinse it well." Beside them waited several lengths of fresh bamboo, each cut so that one natural joint formed a sealed bottom. Braze spooned the washed rice into one, careful to leave ample empty space above it, then added the measured water.

"Rice expands. If you pack the bamboo full while it's dry, it'll have nowhere to go." He added a small pinch of salt, then folded a clean leaf over the opening and secured it in place. The bamboo tube was laid at an angle near the coals rather than directly in the flame, supported so that it could be turned occasionally as the water heated within.

"The bamboo is your cooking vessel. The water comes to a simmer inside, the rice absorbs it, and the remaining moisture finishes the grains with steam. What matters most is keeping the heat steady." Braze adjusted the tube slightly, positioning it alongside the parcels already beginning to warm over the fire.

"Once it's cooking, leave it alone for a while. Constantly opening things to see whether they're finished is a very efficient way of making sure they take longer."

 

[Starlin Dinn]

Oh. Starlin knew what a starship was... what he did not know was what a starfighter was. He had never seen one, never heard it mentioned, and had no reason to assume it was just another kind of ship. He felt the man's sudden dismissal, his decision not to pursue the conversation, and was left feeling rather deflated. He knew that there was plenty he did not yet understand about this Galaxy, but he hadn't expected it to shut him out of topics of conversation like that. For it to leave him judged.​

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He focused back on his fish, no longer looking around at the others who might have been struggling, afraid to really stick his neck out again. Instead he shuffled on his feet and tossed a few more pieces of fish-bits into his bucket.​

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When Saul made his comment about Braze, he was left in an awkward position. He did not like gossip, or talking badly behind someone's back, his Uncles raised him to see such as rude. Truth be told, Starlin might not have responded had a specific statement not stuck out to him.​

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"In line with his parameters..?" Starlin's face scrunched up slightly in clear discontent. "I haven't noticed that to be true, he has been very flexible and accommodating." Braze was one of the few people Starlin felt like he could actually be himself around, which was no small feat. He'd never made the lad feel judged or like he wasn't doing something right.​

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"Erm, yeah, plants," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's, erm, good fertilizer. My uncle showed me how to use it."​

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He was glad for the distraction of vegetables and rice, and hastily followed suit to see his own cleaned, prepped, and set within the coals of his fire. His eyes were a little glassy, pupils blown with discomfort as he felt a panic beginning to rise.​

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One he was very much doing his best to squash down.​

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Maybe being around so many strangers so soon into discovering this Galaxy of theirs had been a mistake.​

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Braze Leos Novac Lyrikal Saul Whesai Soren Strife Connel Vanagor ​

 

[Soren Strife]

May the fork be with you!

Tags: Braze // Leos // Connel Vanagor // Starlin Dinn // Saul Whesai // Novac Lyrikal

Being hungry and noticing that no one seemed to care that there was an extra student, to what Soren now realized was obviously a cooking class, Soren picked up the fish.

He wasn't ignorant of what a fresh fish looked like, but, well, being a child of Coruscant, the only fish Soren had ever touched up until this point was "Pre-Cooked Textured Frozen Fish Product" that could be heated up in a pulse oven. He picked up the flaying knife that had been lying next to it. As a young teen before the Jedi found him, Soren had been with a rough crew, and he knew knives far too well. He followed the teacher's instructions, who now that he had time to think, looked somewhat familiar, perhaps they were another former GA Jedi.

The way Soren handled the knife showed he was an expert hand with the tool, but unfamiliar with this particular use of it. Fortunately, scraping the scales off of a fish was a pretty easy task, if not a bit messy and soon Soren found it easier to use the Force to deflect the spray of scales away from him, not having the simple experience to tell him that the better method was to scrape away from himself rather than back and forth.

Once Soren had the fish de-scaled and thoroughly made a mess of his work area, he inserted the tip of the blade into the fish's pelvis and made one smooth cut, only to find out it wasn't deep enough to get through the meat and had to make a second careful cut so he could remove the guts without puncturing them and ruining the meat.

"Kriff, I didn't think they'd stink like this." Soren muttered.

He finished cleaning the fish and skinned it, finding that rather easy, as well as deboning and flaying it. Next was seasoning; fresh seasoning was also something Soren was unfamiliar with, salt and black pepper put on top of reheated meals was all he knew. So Soren picked up a clump of fresh herbs, sniffed them for the most appealing scents and started to finely chop them to coat meat, not realizing he took so long that everyone was moving on to the vegetables while he was still working on the fish.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Cooking with Connel?
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Another Padawan was about to cut their hand off with the way they were trying to cut vegetables. This was an easily fixable mistake.Easy killer. pushing down the girl’s hand, he took the knife and started cutting the vegetables for her, showing and narrating what he was doing. So that she would know how to do it in the future, and so that she would be able to do it on her own, once he was gone.

Flatten your opposite hand fingers against the knife, always, and just run it back. It gives you a uniform cut and it’s effective. She seemed to be very interested in what he was doing, and how he was doing it, and that was a good thing.

Starlin Dinn Braze Leos Saul Whesai Soren Strife
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​

 

[Leos]

Veridia
Tags: Braze , Starlin Dinn , Soren Strife , Novac Lyrikal , Saul Whesai , Connel Vanagor

Epo-1, YT-1760 small transport
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"The bamboo is your cooking vessel. The water comes to a simmer inside, the rice absorbs it, and the remaining moisture finishes the grains with steam. What matters most is keeping the heat steady." Braze adjusted the tube slightly, positioning it alongside the parcels already beginning to warm over the fire.

"Once it's cooking, leave it alone for a while. Constantly opening things to see whether they're finished is a very efficient way of making sure they take longer."

Leos followed along diligently, making sure to replicate every detail. As opposed to the fish, he seemed quite comfortable working with the rice. In fact, he was even enjoying himself. It was sort of fun. Of course, he didn't want to admit that out loud. He wanted to show that he was taking everything he was learning seriously and that he was a good learner.

The risks of cooking on an open flame... too much and you burnt your food and yourself. Yet, even so, it was a useful tool. It had been the foundation of civilization after all, everyone knew that. To think that something so destructive also had so much use. Braze seemed so comfortable with fire in spite of what it could do. Was it years of training? A difference of demeanor? It was interesting to know that it could be used in such a productive manner by his teacher. It made Leos wonder what else could be used in less damaging ways for the betterment of others.

Given who his father was, that idea was slightly comforting.

"Where did all of this stuff come from?" Leos asked. "I know this is supposed to be from local sources, and about cooking when on missions and stuff, but you never said where exactly it was gotten."

They should know that too, right? It was important to know where food came from after all. Braze just told him that was the case.

 

[Braze]

Tags: ​

Leos | Starlin Dinn | Soren Strife | Novac Lyrikal | Saul Whesai | Connel Vanagor

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"Well, you remember that little fishing village we went to? The one with all the kitties?" Braze asked simply.

"The day you decided to go gallivanting about without any shoes on…and the little crabs pinched your toes? The village is called Shiomura, or Tide Village in Basic. All the food we're using was gifted to us as thanks for our community service."

Braze gestured toward the baskets and bundles arranged around the workstations.

"They gathered the ingredients from small farms surrounding the village. The shipment came from the village leader; it was only a small portion of what they regularly bring in from the surrounding area…all local things you could reasonably find growing in the wilds here."

He let his gaze travel across the workstations, checking the portions of rice, the prepared fish, and the assorted ingredients laid out before each student.

"Before we move on, does anyone have any questions so far? About preparing the fish, cleaning the rice, identifying safe ingredients…anything you'd like me to demonstrate again?"

Braze reached for one of the nearby baskets and drew it closer.

"If not, we'll begin preparing the vegetables and mushrooms."