Post by Capsule on Jun 17, 2015 13:21:57 GMT
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Gelatin. Capsule figured that it was about time she researched the stuff, though her usual quarters simply would not do. She needed more equipment, for one; the process involved degreasing, roasting, boiling, and grinding bones. It would be far from easy, unlike bone broth. You didn't have to dry broth. As far as she knew, gelatin could not be made from plants.
Rather than asking or buying out someone's kitchen, Capsule went the route of the burglar. It was easy to break into a building when you could scale it like a cat, and the windows were locked with simple mechanisms. With a rag wrapped around her knuckles, Capsule punched a small hole into the glass, and rooted around inside for the latch. In less than a minute, she was inside the small office of a three star restaurant. It was thankfully the sort with employers who lived outside of the establishment, otherwise she would not have bothered at all.
The Enchanter scampered out of the office and down a short flight of stairs. It was not her first time being on this end of an eatery; she had worked in the kitchens of a restaurant back home once, as a dish washer. It was a crappy job, but it was the first place that would hire her. She at least knew where the pots and utensils were likely to be stored. It only took her a few minutes to get everything set up.
She was spared the pain of deboning animal bits, thanks to the Chef she procured her bone parts from. The bones she set down on a counter still had bits of flesh and other debris clinging to them, but the degreasing and roasting steps would get rid of that gunk. Capsule was still left with the unpleasant task of chopping up the bigger pieces of bone. With a grimace, she picked up a heavy kitchen knife, and brought it down in on the middle of the longest bone.
THWACK
It was an unpleasant sound, knife on bone, but she managed. In ten minutes, she had a small pile of chopped bones scattered to the side, and a boiling pot. She also had lightly gory hands, which she tried to ignore as she scooped up the pieces of bones. The lot was dumped into a strainer and washed to the best of her ability, before being relocated to the pot. The next few minutes were spent washing her hands and picking dried blood from her nails. Really, how did Chefs deal with this crap?
The roasting part would be easy as cake, at least. All Capsule had to do was drain the bone laden water, grab a pan, and scatter the pieces around. She had not used an oven other than to roast tablets a few times, but the principal was the same. You just had to leave the stuff roasting over a fire or in a stove until they were completely dry. For medicinal tablets and the like, that only took a few minutes. For bones, she imagined that it would take around the same or longer to roast pumpkin seeds. Whenever she roasted the seeds from leftover Jack-o'-lanterns, it only took her, what? Ten to fifteen minutes? It might be safer to go for at least twenty minutes.
She neatly arranged the bone fragments on the pan, attempting to keep each piece evenly spaced, so that they all roasted well. A part of her wondered if she should not have tried making diesel fluid, instead, but then she would just be up to her neck in grease, not bone, which was… even worse, to be honest.
Rather than asking or buying out someone's kitchen, Capsule went the route of the burglar. It was easy to break into a building when you could scale it like a cat, and the windows were locked with simple mechanisms. With a rag wrapped around her knuckles, Capsule punched a small hole into the glass, and rooted around inside for the latch. In less than a minute, she was inside the small office of a three star restaurant. It was thankfully the sort with employers who lived outside of the establishment, otherwise she would not have bothered at all.
The Enchanter scampered out of the office and down a short flight of stairs. It was not her first time being on this end of an eatery; she had worked in the kitchens of a restaurant back home once, as a dish washer. It was a crappy job, but it was the first place that would hire her. She at least knew where the pots and utensils were likely to be stored. It only took her a few minutes to get everything set up.
She was spared the pain of deboning animal bits, thanks to the Chef she procured her bone parts from. The bones she set down on a counter still had bits of flesh and other debris clinging to them, but the degreasing and roasting steps would get rid of that gunk. Capsule was still left with the unpleasant task of chopping up the bigger pieces of bone. With a grimace, she picked up a heavy kitchen knife, and brought it down in on the middle of the longest bone.
THWACK
It was an unpleasant sound, knife on bone, but she managed. In ten minutes, she had a small pile of chopped bones scattered to the side, and a boiling pot. She also had lightly gory hands, which she tried to ignore as she scooped up the pieces of bones. The lot was dumped into a strainer and washed to the best of her ability, before being relocated to the pot. The next few minutes were spent washing her hands and picking dried blood from her nails. Really, how did Chefs deal with this crap?
The roasting part would be easy as cake, at least. All Capsule had to do was drain the bone laden water, grab a pan, and scatter the pieces around. She had not used an oven other than to roast tablets a few times, but the principal was the same. You just had to leave the stuff roasting over a fire or in a stove until they were completely dry. For medicinal tablets and the like, that only took a few minutes. For bones, she imagined that it would take around the same or longer to roast pumpkin seeds. Whenever she roasted the seeds from leftover Jack-o'-lanterns, it only took her, what? Ten to fifteen minutes? It might be safer to go for at least twenty minutes.
She neatly arranged the bone fragments on the pan, attempting to keep each piece evenly spaced, so that they all roasted well. A part of her wondered if she should not have tried making diesel fluid, instead, but then she would just be up to her neck in grease, not bone, which was… even worse, to be honest.
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