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It is something of a miscommunication to say the Forest Ogres cooked. Strictly speaking they did indeed prepare food and often prepared it with gusto but the word "cook" in many languages equates to simply the preparation of meals whereas the habit of Forest Ogres of preparing food for eating was closer to ritual than anything else.
Skull-hammer has travelled and seen a most curious thing. In some parts of Aerethil small-folk (that is those of considerably lesser than ogre size) often put one animal within another to enhance the flavours. A layered meal.
The idea was fascinating to him but he thought that the small-folk limited themselves with small birds so he had tried to adapt the idea to something bigger.
A cow, within the cow is a pig and within the pig is sheep. The sheep is stuffed with mint and grain, the pig with garlic and parsley and the cow was soaked in dark grape wine.
That was not the whole of it though. As the mighty layered beasts cooked on a mighty iron spit Skull-hammer had prepared other delights.
Pumpkins filled with potato and leek soup were kept warm on fired stones and the cold dish of citron saturated cod with dill and sour bread made an excellent starter.
To drink he made drinks of dark bitter leaf and honey with cloves. The smell was as warm as the drink itself and it left a cozy feeling in the chest.
All in all Skull-hammer had prepared a feast and it was a grand occasion for it.
The moon was beginning a new phase and the first wind of cold came on the breeze. It was the end of Summer. A holy time for his people.
The feast helped him not to miss home even as he sat on the outskirts of Oban in his camp, where the turn of the night would yield a better look at the clear night sky and his fire roared hot enough to cook the nesting beasts he cast an eye up and saw movement.
Someone was coming, no doubt drawn by the rich smells he was producing.
Skull-hammer has travelled and seen a most curious thing. In some parts of Aerethil small-folk (that is those of considerably lesser than ogre size) often put one animal within another to enhance the flavours. A layered meal.
The idea was fascinating to him but he thought that the small-folk limited themselves with small birds so he had tried to adapt the idea to something bigger.
A cow, within the cow is a pig and within the pig is sheep. The sheep is stuffed with mint and grain, the pig with garlic and parsley and the cow was soaked in dark grape wine.
That was not the whole of it though. As the mighty layered beasts cooked on a mighty iron spit Skull-hammer had prepared other delights.
Pumpkins filled with potato and leek soup were kept warm on fired stones and the cold dish of citron saturated cod with dill and sour bread made an excellent starter.
To drink he made drinks of dark bitter leaf and honey with cloves. The smell was as warm as the drink itself and it left a cozy feeling in the chest.
All in all Skull-hammer had prepared a feast and it was a grand occasion for it.
The moon was beginning a new phase and the first wind of cold came on the breeze. It was the end of Summer. A holy time for his people.
The feast helped him not to miss home even as he sat on the outskirts of Oban in his camp, where the turn of the night would yield a better look at the clear night sky and his fire roared hot enough to cook the nesting beasts he cast an eye up and saw movement.
Someone was coming, no doubt drawn by the rich smells he was producing.
