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Post by Morgan Winchester on Nov 6, 2012 20:54:45 GMT -5
 Morgan walked through the food line and slightly grimaced at the available choices, what she would do for some real gourmet fare. She missed Vegas and the upscale New York cuisine, it wasn't that the food at camp was terrible by any means...
It was just camp food, good camp food, but still mass produced dishes that can be easily portioned out and given to every resident who came through quickly. Sighing slightly she grabbed one of the grilled burgers and something in her mind clicked.
Grabbing onto a couple slices of swiss cheese, a few mushrooms and some slices of avocado from the salad area, put it all on her burger, taking off the lettuce and tomato. Talking to herself slightly, "Now to find a hot head who can make all this warm and toasty." As she walked towards a table she did a quick turn around, grabbing an apple and a pomegranate, on her way again she tossed the apple into the fire as she moved along.
As the apple hit the fire a bright flash and the flames changed to a soft pink color, she smiled a bit, "Glad you like it." She continued on and plopped down at her seat and looked around at the basically empty mess hall. "Guess I got here a little early."
Looking down at her plate for a moment, another lightbulb went on in Morgan's head, "Greek Fries!" Jumping up she ran over to the line again, to grab all the ingredient, leaving her tray with her burger back at the table.
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Post by Rhiannon Warlow on Nov 8, 2012 11:10:32 GMT -5
----------------------------------Rhiannon Warlow Rhiannon's first day at camp had been interesting to say the least, painful if she was being honest. Arena fighting was exhilarating for her, but she was not used to fighting people who had actually trained. She hated that for the most part the reasons she did win was because her father was the god of war. It took a few beatings and some special fireworks for her to admit she was a demigod, but progress was progress. She figured she could have gotten her hard head from either parent, mostly because most military guys Rhiannon knew where hard headed and well, Ares.
Having been stuck in more than a few places with lunch lines and terrible food, Rhiannon was very happy with the choice and taste of the food here. The whole tossing food into a fire annoyed her though, it was a waste of food. Still she tossed in a few things that smelled nice on a fire this morning. Few people know how good a grilled pineapple is with some cinnamon. Lunch was special, and looked so good after working out so hard in the arena. Rhiannon licked her lips glad she had managed to get here early, not that she was ever on time or late for anything. First was to grab some protein, the baked chicken looked good so Rhiannon grabbed a few extra to toss in the fire. Greens where needed, as much as Rhiannon would like to avoid them. They had fresh vegetables and that always made things better. After putting together some kind of salad without lettuce and with fruit, Rhiannon made her way to the fire. The chicken she had grabbed now was near covered in fruit and vegetable, as she tossed a leg in a few things stuck to it sending the smell of sweet fruit with cooked meat through the air. The fire did something odd again, but when you have deities and creatures everywhere Rhiannon was trying her best to stop being surprised and slightly scared by things.
The only other person was a female, running around all willy nilly, grabbing things, throwing things, then left her food on the table. Rhiannon wanted to avoid it, wanted to avoid the person. Females where never Rhiannon's strong suit, but she looked at the food and pursed her lips. If someone came by and took the girls burger that she obviously put work into and Rhiannon hadn't done anything about it that darn consistence would nag at her again. Giving in the small girl sat somewhat near the burger and waited for the others return.
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Post by Morgan Winchester on Nov 13, 2012 13:08:35 GMT -5
The daughter of Tyche grabbed a big bowl and walked over to fill it up with fries. She bounced over to the condiment area and grabbed a lemon slice, squeezing it quickly over the fries as she tossed them, giving them a light coat before throwing in a few pinches of sea salt, continuing to toss them. "Hmm... Dried oregano as well as some feta and goat cheese is all I need."
Running over to the cheeses she crumbled the two different types very finely into the bowl, tossing as she went, running back over to the condiments area she was able to find a small bottle of oregano, sprinkling it onto her fries and giving them a last couple of tosses. Morgan smiled brightly at her creation.
"Who made gourmet food from basic ingredients? This gal."
She grinned quite happishly to herself as she headed back to her table, seeing a young girl standing there by her burger, she let out a small chuckle and placed her bowl next to her plate, "Hey there, thanks for watching my food, but no one who has been here very long wants to mess with me."
She plopped down and motioned to the seat across from her, "Would you like to take a seat?" Morgan took a moment and looked at her hand, "Rhiannon of Ares cabin."
Smiling brightly, Morgan popped one of her fries into her mouth, enjoying the awesome flavors. "Greek fry? They are amazing I have to admit."
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Post by Rhiannon Warlow on Nov 19, 2012 2:17:30 GMT -5
"I believe most gourmet things start from base ingredients." Rhiannon stated as she took a seat across from the girl. "And it's no problem. Besides theft by human may not the the only bad thing on the menu." It wasn't usually her things that had the overwhelming luck for bad things to happen, but Rhiannon did have a friend that just seemed to be a magnate for the stuff. People, animals, the wind, sometimes even worse things happened to her food. However, delicious food in a camp of adolescence was normally better left in someones attendance.
Rhiannon did not mean to keep a sharp eye on people, but she had noticed the glance the girl gave her hand. It was just a bit obvious, but the slip of a girl couldn't imagine why someone would have notes about her on their arm. Her eyes caught quite a lot more than a few scribbles though. More like an entire essay in a spastic scrawl. "Okay then, may I have your name?" She said not caring how or why this stranger knew her name. If her guess was right, which really didn't happen much, then this girl would tell her wither she asked about it or not. Her small hand crossed the table, picking a fry that she felt would yield the best attempt at trying all the flavors this seer had brought together. Shoving the fry in her mouth the waited a moment until nodding. "Yep, very good. Maybe I'll have to come see you for lunch more often." Rhiannon returned to her own meal, the only part really put together to taste well was the salad. That was only because Rhiannon was picky about her vegetables.
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