Several others arrive and burst in, one even stepping up to protect the egg the turkey cradles. Golden harks pin back and he snaps a cold glare at her. The call of that egg was not for her. Oh but the illness never lets him have his way. The sharp movements seems to have unsettled a great number of flies in his gut and the gold’s head only lowers, nipping his shoulder as it does so. Again the gold wants to turn away, he is in no shape to compete against others, nor does he want to be in their company for that matter. Hide flinches slightly as he shivers against a cold draft, yes, he’d rather be anywhere but here. Oh in his chest, deeper than even the flies that have invaded his body can penetrate their pulls the gold, calling like extending lines of life to wrap about him. They are thin, and faint, but they are stronger than even this dark twisted sickness. So the gold resigns himself. Like a kid at school during the first snow, he wants to just sit in the corner and pout.

Of course his misery can not go unnoticed, however much he’d like to make it invisible in the eyes of others. So when the turkey turns her gaze to him with critical look she meets one of concession. He’ll do what he must, and pleasantly so. Her sharp question only serves to bring a playful grin to his face. Rough though his voice was, it smooths out a quick answer. “I’ll be sure to wash my hooves.” Another burst onto the scene and the gold takes a moment to lift his head and present himself more proudly. There were two here from the Basin, and they especially were not to know how deeply troubled he was. But the turkey moves the conversation along, and it seems they were to indeed make her a dish or two. Taking in the instructions the gold thinks for a moment before heading out of the room to the fire pit just outside.

First he of course washed his hooves in a stream nearby, more of a stab at the turkey than what he actually seriously meant. He then takes one of his peppers and puts it near the heat, letting the skin black. While it does so the gold finds some chickpeas, and against a rock crushes them to a paste. Then taking his pepper, now with skin black and carefully peels of the hot skin and using a sharp rock he guts it of the seeds so that all that was left was a smoked red ‘meat’, which due to the smoking and loss of the ribs and seeds was no long too intensely hot, he hoped. Next he mashes this into his chickpea paste, the juiciness of the pepper paste having to substitute for olive oil, and the heat of it for the tahini. After combining it the gold then takes his sharp rock and cuts the bread he has into thinner slices before setting them by the fire to toast. While waiting he tentatively tastes his near hummus like concoctions. It had heat, but a sweet satisfying heat. Nodding to himself he then grabs a leave and places it over a rock and piles the hummus on one end and then takes his thin toast on the other. At last he carries it back to the turkey.

Placing it before her the gold steps back, and while resisting his desire to bit his shoulder or lay down and let the flies have their way for a while he explains his dish. “I was once told the fairytale of Aladdin, a street rat in Arabia who finds a magic lamp which holds a genie, and flying carpet. With the genie’s help he intends to woo the princess, and does so now for his new wealth and power. He is rejected by her though in his disguise as a prince, because when they had met in the streets the princess had already fallen in love with him. So he had to reject the wealth to secure her love. Though there are many tales like it, one even set in China, this is the tale I know. So I have made a middle-eastern appetizer for you, hummus. Let the crackers be your magic carpet and carry this lovely hummus and you to a whole new world.” It was more talking that the gold had ever done before, but he stepped back quietly. There were still two dishes to go, and a weariness settled over the gold at the thought. But that call, the small voice still sending out strands to ensnare him seemed to pet him and give him the motivation needed to neither quit, nor let on more of his sickness.



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Previous:: Corn, chicken eggs, Sugar, Flour, Beans, Milk, Carolina Reaper Pepper
This Round:: Bread, Chickpeas
Made:: Taking the story of Aladdin, and particularly the disney version he creates hummus by mixing chickpeas and roasted pepper (gutted to ensure it is not too hot), and serves it with the bread toasted into crackers meant to resemble a magic carpet.

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