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thought it'd be fun to have people writing about their characters, in their own worlds, stumbling onto the messed up foods from the real world like Durian fruit, century eggs, Surströmming, Vetimite, etc.
I'll start off with my own.
(Wow, sorry for the length, I couldn't stop. by no means does yours have to be this long)
* * * *
I'd just arrived at my first real warg camp and I couldn't believe the smells, was every tent here cooking something!?
After eating nothing but hard bread and beans for the past 2 weeks I just can't stop myself from salivating.
"Mars!" Hati calls out to me, "I know what's on your mind and you can relax, I've already arranged with the village chief to stay for supper, you'll be able to try some real warg delicacies!"
I perk up at that, immediately following Hati as she leads my to the chiefs house, catching all the scents from the tents nearby, I can't wait to see what they've got.
When we arrive at a large tent in the middle of the camp the clan chief immediately welcomes us in, sitting us on some of the cushions around a large pot in the center.
He and Hati talk for a while as I space out just thinking about what's in that pot as the steam wafts out to meet me. Eventually they settle down and look at me with a couple of worryingly large grins.
The chief quickly gets up and brings over a small pot full of black paste and some bread.
Hati hasn't said anything but she's still grinning at me like a madwoman as the chief spreads the thick black paste over the bread, handing it to me, he eagerly invites me to try it.
"We call this Solamite" the chief says. I hesitate for a moment, watching their expressions. Surely they wouldn't be about to poison me, but I'm so hungry at this point that I don't think I'd even mind.
I take a bite of the bread and I'm immediately hit by the most intense flavour. The saltiness of it is overwhelming, and there's an intense burn on my tongue.
This is amazing! It even reminds me of the kento beans we pulled from the ocean. And then the second wave of flavour hits me once the saltiness mellows out, giving way to a wave of pure umami. [oh this stuff is just heavenly, I could eat the whole damn jar.]
I quickly finish off the rest of the bread, watching the chiefs and Hati's faces fall. "More please!" I ask.
The chief just hands me the spoon full of the thick paste, dumbfounded as Hati just bursts out laughing, holding her sides as she rolls on the cushions.
"Hah! with how much of those damn beans this cub's eaten he didn't even flinch!" exclaims Hati
"well I'll be damned", says the chief, "usually this stuff takes a lot of getting used to, most people would spit it out and run for water with their first tasting" he admits, clearly having expected this to go differently.
He seems to realize something as he looks up and asks "You think try one of those beans of yours, cub?"
I don't see why not, "yeah, sure, I've just been snacking on these most of the way here, they're pretty good" I say, handing him the pouch.
The chief eagerly takes the bag, throwing a bean in his mouth.
"Good, right?" I ask. But the chief just drops the pouch and starts coughing furiously, getting up and running for the nearest water jug.
I'll start off with my own.
(Wow, sorry for the length, I couldn't stop. by no means does yours have to be this long)
* * * *
I'd just arrived at my first real warg camp and I couldn't believe the smells, was every tent here cooking something!?
After eating nothing but hard bread and beans for the past 2 weeks I just can't stop myself from salivating.
"Mars!" Hati calls out to me, "I know what's on your mind and you can relax, I've already arranged with the village chief to stay for supper, you'll be able to try some real warg delicacies!"
I perk up at that, immediately following Hati as she leads my to the chiefs house, catching all the scents from the tents nearby, I can't wait to see what they've got.
When we arrive at a large tent in the middle of the camp the clan chief immediately welcomes us in, sitting us on some of the cushions around a large pot in the center.
He and Hati talk for a while as I space out just thinking about what's in that pot as the steam wafts out to meet me. Eventually they settle down and look at me with a couple of worryingly large grins.
The chief quickly gets up and brings over a small pot full of black paste and some bread.
Hati hasn't said anything but she's still grinning at me like a madwoman as the chief spreads the thick black paste over the bread, handing it to me, he eagerly invites me to try it.
"We call this Solamite" the chief says. I hesitate for a moment, watching their expressions. Surely they wouldn't be about to poison me, but I'm so hungry at this point that I don't think I'd even mind.
I take a bite of the bread and I'm immediately hit by the most intense flavour. The saltiness of it is overwhelming, and there's an intense burn on my tongue.
This is amazing! It even reminds me of the kento beans we pulled from the ocean. And then the second wave of flavour hits me once the saltiness mellows out, giving way to a wave of pure umami. [oh this stuff is just heavenly, I could eat the whole damn jar.]
I quickly finish off the rest of the bread, watching the chiefs and Hati's faces fall. "More please!" I ask.
The chief just hands me the spoon full of the thick paste, dumbfounded as Hati just bursts out laughing, holding her sides as she rolls on the cushions.
"Hah! with how much of those damn beans this cub's eaten he didn't even flinch!" exclaims Hati
"well I'll be damned", says the chief, "usually this stuff takes a lot of getting used to, most people would spit it out and run for water with their first tasting" he admits, clearly having expected this to go differently.
He seems to realize something as he looks up and asks "You think try one of those beans of yours, cub?"
I don't see why not, "yeah, sure, I've just been snacking on these most of the way here, they're pretty good" I say, handing him the pouch.
The chief eagerly takes the bag, throwing a bean in his mouth.
"Good, right?" I ask. But the chief just drops the pouch and starts coughing furiously, getting up and running for the nearest water jug.
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