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Post by Mattie Williams on May 16, 2012 19:05:52 GMT -5
"You'll see." Mattie spoke teasingly. He flipped the pancake onto a plate, then began to pour more batter into the pan, this time using a spoon. He let it sit for a moment, then poured more on top to create the full pancake. It wasn't until he flipped it that she'd be able to see the rabbit cooked into the pancake on the top now.
Hearing her stomach, he fought the urge to chuckle. Somehow, he managed. He didn't think she'd appreciate it, not with her face that red already. "Not much longer now." He poured another pancake as he spoke, flipping the rabbit pancake onto the plate on the top of the other two, and arranging bacon and eggs around them. He could wait to eat... it was important to make sure that she was taken care of first. Absently, he flipped the pancake, letting the other side cool as he sat the plate down on the table in the kitchen, then retrieved her a fork and knife from the containers on the counter.
Another pass by the stove and he'd flipped the first of his three onto his plate, and poured the second. Then it was time for the finishing touches on hers... the butter and the warmed maple syrup.
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Post by Elise Peeters on May 22, 2012 16:14:10 GMT -5
Elise appreciated Matthew ignoring her obvious breach of etiquette. It took a while for her to stop blushing, but as her color subsided, her hunger grew. The scents wafting around the kitchen were marvelous.
Seeing the shape on the pancake, she let out a delighted gasp. "That is perfect!" she exclaimed. "Wonderful! How did you learn to do that?"
She couldn't wait for her breakfast now. It was more than appetizing to watch Matthew settle the pancakes on the plate, accompanied by the bacon and eggs. But Elise noticed something was missing.
"Where's your breakfast, Mattie?" she asked. "Surely my lovely chef and host won't let me dine by myself?"
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Post by Mattie Williams on Jul 19, 2012 17:35:04 GMT -5
"... Oh... Maman had the idea... So I practiced. I can do almost any animal..." Almost any. Mattie wasn't sure how he'd manage a few... like differentiating a polar bear from, say, a grizzly. But thankfully, that hadn't come up yet... and he'd figure out a way for it to work when it did. If it did.
"... Mine?" He was surprised. She seemed so hungry... and yet she was still concerned about his breakfast? "... It's... cooking, still." He shot her a hesitant smile. "... But don't wait to eat... Yours will get cold." And then they wouldn't be quite as delicious... well. That was a lie. Mattie could eat cold pancakes or warm pancakes or hot pancakes or whatever sort of pancakes and be just fine - but if this was the first time he'd actually cooked for someone in his kitchen in a while, then he wanted her to have the best meal she could. ... then maybe she'd come back.
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Post by Elise Peeters on Jul 30, 2012 16:42:21 GMT -5
Elise pulled the plate toward her, unable to contain her glee when she studied the precisely-shaped pancake.
"I wonder what else she taught you," Elise said. "This trick alone is wonderful. She must be amazing in the kitchen."
But as hungry as she was, Elise refused to take a bite unless Matthew joined her. It wouldn't be as fun dining alone.
"No, I think I will wait." Elise crossed her arms. "Besides, I'd like to see what other animals you can form. I want to see your favorite. Unless...you can only make this shape?" Her challenge was tempered by the teasing in her voice.
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Post by Mattie Williams on Aug 1, 2012 1:20:17 GMT -5
"... Maman taught me everything..." Mattie spoke softly. "... She would always tell me that I was better than she was, though..." It had helped the blonde boy's confidence during a time he'd greatly needed it. There was no doubt about that... and even to this day, the memory brought a small smile to the boy's face.
"... Non, I can make others..." To prove his point, while he thought of a way to make a polar bear, he easily formed a cat, then poured more batter over it to make the full pancake. Perhaps if he... ah, there was an idea. He'd make one more animal, though, to make Elise smile... t-to... to... yeah, that. Maybe a turtle? Who didn't like turtles? This one was a little different, though...
Once he'd flipped the cat-pancake onto a plate, he beckoned her over. If she wasn't going to eat, she might as well "...Watch." He told her, a soft but sure smile on his face. First, he took the spoon and drew a lop-sided grid in the top portion of the pan, then carefully poured spoonful after spoonful into the grid to fill it. Once that was done, he let it sit for a moment, then once more took the spoon to carefully shape a head, four stumpy legs, and a pointed tail, and then filled the stomach of the "turtle" in last, so that the bottom shell was the lightest.
It wasn't long before he flipped it, and there in the pan lay a pancake tortoise... an... actual pancake, not a tortoise. He grinned at her, hesitntly seeking approval. Did she like it? This one was usually a crowd favorite with kids... but he didn't know what she'd think.
And he still had to try his idea for the polar bear...
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Post by Elise Peeters on Jan 7, 2013 16:02:14 GMT -5
The amazement was clear in Elise's wide eyes and gaping mouth. Staring at the adorably-crafted pancake, she began to laugh.
"This is incredible!" she exclaimed, turning the plate this way and that, simply examining the pancake. She was finally able to tear her gaze from the pancake and meet Matthew's. "You're incredible! Why aren't you more famous? Everyone will love you!"
But as much as Elise wanted to marvel at the trick, the warm, inviting aroma of her breakfast made her aware of her hunger again.
"I'm almost sorry I'm about to eat this. I would have liked to keep it." She sighed, then patted Matthew's shoulder. "What about you? Aren't you going to have breakfast too?"
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Post by Mattie Williams on Jan 26, 2013 2:19:30 GMT -5
"... I could make you another to keep... though I don't know how good it would stay..." Mattie mumbled, flipping his pancakes onto his plate. He added his bacon and eggs, then motioned back to the table.
"And I'm not famous because... well... I usually just do these for kids... it... gives the parents something to keep them occupied... so the parents can talk... or just to make the kids smile... some kids that come here... don't really have much of a reason, you know...?" He rushed through his words there at the end, unsure whether she did, in fact, know. "They're fun to do though, so sometimes I make them just for me... and experiment with new ones..." Like his polar bear. He still had to try it. Later. He'd try it later. Now was time to eat breakfast with Elise, and hope that she enjoyed the food enough to maybe come back another time.
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Post by Elise Peeters on Mar 31, 2013 15:47:39 GMT -5
With great reluctance, Elise slid her knife neatly into the pancakes, too hungry to wait for any syrup or jam as she bit into a forkful of the pastry. She could only sigh in pleasure. The pancakes were some form of a rich, fluffy heaven, and her eyes closed to savor them.
"Matthew..." She opened her eyes, smiling widely. "This is perfection."
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