Title: Home Cookin'
Rating: G
Word Count: 377
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Star Trek is not mine.
Notes: Written as a comment fic for![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cards_slash's friendship meme here. Unbetaed. Could be seen as a tiny sequel to Human Courtship Practices.
When Spock decides to prepare a meal for Leonard, he does not expect it to be a challenging task. Cooking, even without the aid of partially prepared items, is simply a matter of science, chemistry and following a set of instructions. He is on a ship populated with humans, which should make any required ingredients readily available, and vegetarianism is common enough on Earth that he should easily be able to find recipes that would be familiar to Leonard that Spock would be able to eat as well.
He would later attribute this mistake to the inherent irrationality of humans.
He is somewhat disgusted when he finds the appropriate recipes, only to learn that 95% of them involve animal products of some kind. Even the vegetable dishes are seasoned with things like pork fat. However, with some additional research, he is able to find alternative recipes that are acceptable.
While he is aware that human cuisine had been highly regional in the past, he had expected that, like many other regional foods, dishes from the Southern region of North America would be extensively known and popular outside that region. He realizes his mistake when he is searching the kitchen for corn meal, okra, collard and turnip greens, grits, and sweet potatoes, none of which are available. Acquiring these ingredients involves a small amount of bribery and some surreptitious alterations to the next food supply order.
When he finally acquires everything he needs, he prepares the dishes while simultaneously trying not to acknowledge how much of it is fried. He also deeply regrets ever having to learn what lard is, or how to substitute for it. He only sustains a few mild burns from the entire exercise.
The table in Leonard’s quarters does not have enough space for the quantity of food Spock has prepared. He is forced to utilize any available surface he can find to hold the excess.
Leonard seems to enjoy the products of his labor, though. When they sit down together to share the meal, he happily eats some of everything, looking more relaxed than Spock has seen him in several weeks.
“Did you go to much trouble,” Leonard asks, chewing on another hush puppy.
“No. It was no trouble at all,” Spock replies.
Rating: G
Word Count: 377
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Star Trek is not mine.
Notes: Written as a comment fic for
cards_slash's friendship meme here. Unbetaed. Could be seen as a tiny sequel to Human Courtship Practices.When Spock decides to prepare a meal for Leonard, he does not expect it to be a challenging task. Cooking, even without the aid of partially prepared items, is simply a matter of science, chemistry and following a set of instructions. He is on a ship populated with humans, which should make any required ingredients readily available, and vegetarianism is common enough on Earth that he should easily be able to find recipes that would be familiar to Leonard that Spock would be able to eat as well.
He would later attribute this mistake to the inherent irrationality of humans.
He is somewhat disgusted when he finds the appropriate recipes, only to learn that 95% of them involve animal products of some kind. Even the vegetable dishes are seasoned with things like pork fat. However, with some additional research, he is able to find alternative recipes that are acceptable.
While he is aware that human cuisine had been highly regional in the past, he had expected that, like many other regional foods, dishes from the Southern region of North America would be extensively known and popular outside that region. He realizes his mistake when he is searching the kitchen for corn meal, okra, collard and turnip greens, grits, and sweet potatoes, none of which are available. Acquiring these ingredients involves a small amount of bribery and some surreptitious alterations to the next food supply order.
When he finally acquires everything he needs, he prepares the dishes while simultaneously trying not to acknowledge how much of it is fried. He also deeply regrets ever having to learn what lard is, or how to substitute for it. He only sustains a few mild burns from the entire exercise.
The table in Leonard’s quarters does not have enough space for the quantity of food Spock has prepared. He is forced to utilize any available surface he can find to hold the excess.
Leonard seems to enjoy the products of his labor, though. When they sit down together to share the meal, he happily eats some of everything, looking more relaxed than Spock has seen him in several weeks.
“Did you go to much trouble,” Leonard asks, chewing on another hush puppy.
“No. It was no trouble at all,” Spock replies.
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And personally speaking, I know how hard it is to adjust southern recipes for vegetarians. Spock is saint.