Birds Flowers and Butterflys
Happily healthy again, as normal as I,m going to get! Dengue laid me pretty low, actually considering "is this it? Is death near?" Felt like it.
Back on the road to health, and on the road to the mercado. Made an exploratory trip to Super Che for big boxes of juice, some cheap chicken legs, free run eggs, avocadoes , "Look, they're cheaper in the mesh bag!" Yeah,because they are so small you are buying avocado stones. Hrumph... And as always at Che it took longer to checkout than to find things." Why put on more clerks? these people will stand in line for a half hour. They have a cart full!"
Anyway, flushed with success, I went the next day uptown by combi to shop the big mercado area. Actually don't go in the mercado anymore, having found all the same goods nearby in tiny stores for better prices. A cast west from the collectivo stop and there was the shrimp shop, a regular storefront filled with chest freezers. 2 kilos of medium shrimp in a box for 360pesos, about $24 canadian. It was only when i got home that I saw these shrimp were from Nicaragua, product of mangrove clear cut grow farms. Not eco food. Damn tasty though! Next to the tortilla factory where dangerous unguarded machines press corn dough into 6 inch tortillas and cook them on hot rollers,mass production. 24 pesos a kilo($2) and I got a half kilo, which is some 15 tortillas. now tortillas only keep about 4 hours before they dry out and roll up into tire patches, but seperated by paper and plastic bagged, they freeze very well. I had enough used (washed bags from produce) to freeze a lot, packed between coffee filters as paper dividers. Ate 2 fresh with 6 boiled shrimp and mayo. Major meal!
Chocolate is a big agricultural crop in the mountains, second only to coffee(and dope). The Mayo Domo chain sells fresh ground chocolate(mixed with sugar) cheap. A kilo cost $4, still hot from the press. They also sell pure chocolate in cubes at a much higher price, used for hot chocolate drinks and Mole which is chocolate mixed with various hot peppers used as a sauce on lots of food. And the shop is AC, so I tend to linger. Stopped buying their chocomil drink, a sweet blend of choc and milk blended in an old fashioned milkshake mixer. Too much dairy!
While I had planned to hoof up the street 4 blocks to the nicer fruit stand, I caved and went into the chaotic "Cabelleros" store, a wholesaler where the public shops as well. Aisles filled with toppling bags of carrots, onions,potatoes, bins of tomatoes, red, yellow, and green peppers, avocados, bananas usually overripe, mushrooms, mandarin oranges, papayas,onions, cilantro, dried peppers, cinnamon ranging from pure powder to sacks of bark rolled into 3 foot long sticks, and all that in skinny aisles filled with aimless shoppers debating the ripeness of tomatoes et al.and a steady chain of overloaded workers packing in the full sacks off a truck conveniently double parked on the street, shouting to make way as they stream into dark back rooms or upstairs to crammed lofts. Anything a shopper at the till can't find gets brought out by calling a boy to fetch it from the caverns. Not unusual to see someone carry out 40 pound boxes of tomatoes, cabbages, cauliflowers, or onions. I think that many of the stores in the mercado across the street send runners over to replenish stock. While it seems chaotic, the stuff gets selected and rapidly sold at one of 3 tills. No half hour waits here. Electronic scales and tills that print a detailed receipt. Of course things are much cheaper here which makes it all worth wading through the discarded leaves and squished oranges, or risking an avalanche of fruit from the shaky pyramids. Cash only, always busy, it works. Got all my list, 40 pounds of stuff, shopping bags(bring your own) groaning full, stagger up to the combi corner to truck on home.
Oh yeah birds /flowers etc. Totally different experience. There's a lookout near my hotel with a clear view of the beach and the endless rolling waves. Steep bank covered in trees and a favorite place for local birds. The "pea tree" which yields a red circular pod of pea like seeds is in bloom, cascades of frothy creamy blossoms, loved by hummingbirds, and frequented by both the tiny jet black zipper,and the slower greenbacks. A bird new to me was a robin sized one with a red breast and shoulders, black throat and cape, and white and black wing bars. Sounding like a sparrow cheeping was another bird, upright posture, sparrow sized but very slim, grey with black marks. All those in one spot with a convenient bench providing an eye level tree top view.
I count it a good day when i see something special, and this week it was flowers. Bouncing along in the back of a combi pickup on the carretera(highway) we passed an African tulip tree in full scarlett trumpet flowered bloom. Next in an arroyo(gully) was a red bouganvillea, climbing a jungle tree and filling the space with a tree covering cascade of flowers. Then deeper in the arroyo was a full blooming pink blossomed tree looking just like a cherry tree but much bigger. Pretty nice to see so much beauty.
Blabbed on far too long. Just catching up after a 3 week involuntary pause. More as it happens.
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VLD - If The Way Is Hazy
Notes: I’ve been rewatching old seasons of The Great British Bake Off lately, and that, plus my cravings for Keitor, created this. This takes place in my Paradigm Shift alternate reality series, and it takes place before “Revolutionary”, meaning that Keith and Lotor are not a couple as of yet. However, it doesn’t take place too long before that fic, so the tension . . . is definitely there.
I wrote the vast majority of this on my phone before bed, so please excuse any typos.
One day after taking possession of the Castle of Lions, Keith and Lotor decided to try their hands at baking.
They each knew how to cook, a bit. They had to learn when they first left Revender, because it was either that or starve. Acxa had remembered approximations of her grandmother's recipes, and other lessons, and she---as much of a lost kid as they themselves were, at the time---had done her best to impart her fragmented knowledge on them. But cooking was different than baking, and it was especially so when one had access to a full kitchen. They hardly knew where to start.
But they did want to start, or at least try, because Lotor knew Keith had a sweet tooth even if Keith wouldn't say so, and both of them wanted to surprise Acxa with a recipe she hadn’t found for them. So that brought them to the kitchen, and the ingredients, and an old recipe for a cake-like dessert Lotor had found in a book that looked older (and was nine times more valuable) than his father.
The bake itself was . . . an experience.
First they had to make the batter for the "sponge" (which Keith hoped was another word for cake, and Lotor said that it was, but he said so in a way that told Keith he was trying to convince himself as much as Keith). On paper, this was simple. In practice, they were covered in flour in ticks, and Lotor's hair cascaded over his shoulders and into the mixing bowl every time he leaned forward. On the third swing, Keith decided he had enough and took a knife to his own apron strings. The strip of fabric freed, he reached for Lotor's hair.
Lotor stepped out of reach. "What are you doing?"
"Your hair's in the way," Keith said. "C'mere, let me see."
This time, Lotor remained still as Keith swept swept his long hair back, his fingers brushing Lotor's cheeks and jaw as he did so. It was difficult to get all of it; there were a lot of annoying little strands at the base of Lotor's neck Keith couldn't get no matter how hard he tried. But he finally managed to tie most of Lotor's hair back in a messy ponytail, and stepped back to admire his work.
His powdery fingerprints, courtesy of the flour, were spattered across Lotor's jawline.
"Oh, uh, oops. Here, lemme---" Keith tried to wipe his prints away, but only succeeded in smearing more flour across Lotor's skin. He frowned. "It's getting worse."
Lotor's lips curled in a half-smile. "You know, I am not the only one with hair in my face."
"Wha---hey---!"
Lotor swept Keith's bangs up and off his forehead. Predictably, they fell right back into place. But judging from the flour all over Lotor's hand, Keith had a good idea of what was now on his forehead.
Lotor grinned. "We're two of a kind, now. A matched set."
Keith tried to bite back his own smile as warmth prickled beneath his skin; he wasn't so sure he succeeded. "C'mon, we've gotta finish making the sponge."
The recipe called for rucharies (a type of fruit) to be "suspended" in the sponge, whatever that meant. Lotor dropped a few in wholesale, while Keith chopped the rest.
"Are they meant to be chopped?" Lotor asked.
Keith shrugged. "We can get more of them in this way."
Lotor considered this, then nodded. "A fair point."
Once they were chopped in varying sizes, Keith haphazardly tossed the rucharies into the batter. That was when he and Lotor simultaneously realized three things:
One, they had yet to pour the batter into the baking pan.
Two, they had yet to locate the baking pan.
And three, they had forgotten to preheat the oven.
"Why does it need to be preheated? It's an oven. It's going to be hot," Keith grumbled, fiddling with the knobs as Lotor searched for a circular cake pan.
"Why must the cake be round?" Lotor asked, his voice a bit muffled with how he was leaning into the pan cabinet. "These are the questions that drive us."
Keith snorted a laugh.
Lotor found a circular pan and they poured the batter in before the oven finished preheating. Keith, not one to waste time waiting, declared the oven heated enough and put the cake in.
"There must be a reason recipes insist on preheating," Lotor said.
"It's heated enough," Keith insisted. Lotor smiled.
Making the icing was a bit easier than making the batter, but a moment of distraction led to Lotor accidentally tapping an icing covered spoon against the side of Keith's head, which caused a glob of frosting to get lodged in his hair. Both reached for it simultaneously, their fingers combing together. All they succeeded in doing was smearing it.
"It isn't so bad," Lotor said. "Pink rather suits you. It looks like a fashionable highlight."
Keith made a face at him just a tick before he swiped a fingerful of icing and ran it down a lone lock of hair that fell across Lotor's face.
"There," he said. "We match."
The surprise that had overtaken Lotor's expression fell away to muted laughter.
The icing made, all they had to do was wait for the cake. The recipe hadn't givem them a baking time, and so they were left seated on the floor in front of the oven, watching through the little window on the door.
"Think this'll be a disaster?" Keith asked after a bit.
"With you at the helm? Absolutely not."
Keith raised an eyebrow. "I've never baked a cake before."
"No, but your instincts are impeccable. I have no doubt."
Keith looked down, and toyed the fabric of his pants between his fingers. After a moment, he asked quietly, "Why do you have so much faith in me?"
Lotor hummed. "Why do you have so little?"
Keith's head snapped up, his eyes wide, to find Lotor staring steadily back at him. He hastily looked away again. "I---I don't."
Lotor hummed again, but didn't reply.
Keith cleared his throat. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"You never answered my question." Keith looked back, and this time his stare met Lotor's, unwavering.
Lotor was silent for a moment, resting his cheek against curled fingers as he studied Keith. Finally, he smiled softly. "You've never given me a reason not to."
Keith's breath was shallow in his chest. No words could reach his voice.
Eventually, they took the cake (and it was a cake, not a bath sponge, to Keith's relief) from the oven. Keith immediately set to applying the icing, which turned out to be a mistake; it started melting the moment it touched the cake.
"Perhaps we should let it cool before we apply any more," Lotor suggested.
Keith huffed a sigh, but dropped the knife. "Yeah. Sure."
The waiting game was painful. Keith only lasted ten doboshes before he gave up, and with Lotor's help patched in globs of icing wherever there was a hole from the frosting melting off before. And once it was done, they called the girls in to try their creation.
Ezor's eyes were wide as she surveyed the kitchen, and Zethrid asked, "The hell happened in here?"
Keith gestured to the counter in front of him. "Cake."
The girls made their way over, Kova hopping from Narti's shoulder to the counter once he was near enough.
Acxa frowned. "It looks . . ."
"A mess," Zethrid said bluntly.
Keith scowled, and crossed his arms. "It's covered, isn't it?"
"What happened to the icing?" Ezor asked, and without waiting for an answer she skimmed a finger along the top and popped it in her mouth. She beamed. "Mmm, yummy!"
Keith smiled as Lotor said, "There was a bit of an incident with a warm sponge, but we resolved it to the best of our ability."
"You mean you covered the mistakes with more icing?" Acxa asked.
"Precisely."
Kova yawned loudly, and when she had their attention, Narti raised her hands and signed, "It is the taste that counts, and Ezor said the icing was good. Shall we try the rest?"
Zethrid swiped the knife off the counter, and grinned broadly as she said, "Oh yeah. Let's cut this sish."
Despite her boistrous tone, she sliced through the cake cleanly, separating a slice from the rest. Acxa raised her eyebrows as she peered inside.
"Most of the rucharies are suspended," she said.
"Really?" Keith leaned over as well, staring inside. "How can you tell?"
"They're all through the cake, see?" Acxa prodded at them with her fork, and Keith blinked.
"Oh. Got it."
"Too bad the bottom's all soggy," Zethrid said, poking the slice with her fork. "It's soaked through."
"Wait, wait," Ezor said, before Keith could protest, "what'd you say their bottom was?"
"Soggy."
Ezor was shaking, her cheeks puffed with barely surpressed laughter. "So they've got a soggy bottom?"
Acxa rolled her eyes as Zethrid snorted and lightly bumped her fist against Ezor's shoulder.
"How can it be wet?" Keith demanded. "It spent all that time in the oven!"
"Not enough," Acxa said after swallowing her bite. "It's underbaked."
"What?"
"Did you dry the fruit out before putting it in?"
"I'm afraid not," Lotor said. "But we did chop them."
"If the fruit was moist, that explains the . . . soggy bottom," Acxa said as Ezor broke into another fit of giggles. "The extra moisture came from the fruit. But it's still underbaked."
"Fine, we'll put it back in the oven," Keith said.
"You can't do that, the icing'll melt!" Ezor said.
"It already melted once!"
Narti tapped Keith's arm, and when he looked her way, she tilted her head consolingly in his direction as she signed, "The flavors are still very good, Keith."
"Just a shame about the bake," Zethrid said.
Keith bit out another sigh between his teeth, but before he could say anything more, Kova smacked his front paw on top of the cake.
"Kova!" Ezor cried.
"Gods damn it, cat!" Zethrid said.
Kova, thoroughly unperturbed by their anger, set to licking the frosting off his paw.
"See? Kova likes it," Narti signed, her tail swishing in happy curls behind her.
"Well, at least someone does," Keith muttered.
The cake, underbaked as it was, was unfortunately inedible. The girls filed out of the kitchen, Narti bodily carrying Kova away, and Keith poked at the paw print Kova left behind with a fork. After a tick, he smiled bitterly. "Guess you were wrong."
"About?"
"To have faith in my baking."
"I'd hardly say that." Lotor reached over and swiped some frosting off the cake with his finger, licking it as Ezor and Kova had before him. "This is delicious. Ezor, Narti, and Kova were correct."
"It's underbaked. And---"
"The rucharies that were suspended were the ones you chopped. Mine were at the bottom." Lotor smiled when Keith looked over to meet his eyes. "Your instincts were on the mark. We only need to refine our technique."
Keith looked back at the cake. He almost felt like smiling, but he held it back. "Yeah, well. We can do that next time. If---If you want. To do this again, I mean."
Lotor's smile didn't fade. "I would very much like to."
Once again, Keith felt a surge of warmth. His heart was drumming an arrhythmic beat, and as it had before, his breath felt too weak in his lungs. They were alone in the kitchen. As much as he was aware of the heat, the charge, he was aware that they were alone. They were . . . he could . . .
Keith dug his nails into the countertop, and his teeth into his lower lip. No. He couldn’t.
He cleared his throat.
“We should probably get this cleaned up,” he said, and motioned to the mess all over the counter, cake included. “So we can all eat dinner later.”
He glanced back out of the corner of his eye to see that Lotor was still staring at him, his eyes burning just as before, but now his lips were pressed tightly together.
After a tick, Lotor nodded. He turned away as he took a deep breath through his nose.
“Quite right. I wouldn’t dream of leaving the kitchen in this state. It’ll start with the ingredients, if you’d like to handle the cake?”
“Sure thing.”
Silence fell as Lotor began to put away the flour and eggs, and Keith carried the inedible cake over to the bin. Something in his chest dropped as the cake slid off the pan and into the trash, but even as he squeezed the edges of the pan he knew it was less about that, and more about . . .
He stole a glance to the other side of the room. Lotor was neatly stacking the non-perishables in the pantry, his back to Keith. His hair was still tied back with the strap from Keith’s apron.
He thought . . . he was probably imagining it, but for a moment, Keith thought that maybe . . . maybe he was wrong, and Lotor also wanted . . .
He shook his head.
It didn’t matter. He was imagining it. And even if he wasn’t, they had a revolution to win.
He carried the empty cake pan over to the sink, and once it was in, turned on the tap.
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