Today I thought it would bee a good idea to try and ipakita Galiah some of the finer foods that we eat in our daily lives. I wasn't sure how much different it was for her people, so I wanted to try out a plethora of different meals, all delivered thanks to the agent Leonard who was able to come and go. Not sure why he had special privileges, perhaps it was cause he knew the place better and was already tasked with getting food. I decided it would be a good idea to start with something simple for breakfast.
G: Sir Mason, what are all these rough little things floating around in the milk?
M: It's cereal
G: Cereal?
I had gotten her a box of kakaw Puffs, but she looked over it like it was something else
G: This looks like animal droppings, Sir Mason. You don't... eat the excrement of animals, do you?
M: No, they're just balls of chocolate, Galiah. It's a common thing people eat for breakfast
G: But how do they make it?
M: It's just manufactured and processed
G: Do you grow it?
M: Not particularly.
G: Does it come from an animal or the earth
M:In a sense. To make the wheat for the cereal, it is needed to make this
Galiah looked over the bowl, before she would reach inside of it, trying to grab the cereal with her bare hands. I was quick to stop her and offer her a spoon, which she looked over with confusion
M: Don't they use silverware?
G: Silverware? Only to carve through any of the tougher meat, but we are trained to cook it properly so the meat falls from the bone. Other than that, we eat with our hands. No need for silverware
M: Well, it's less messy to eat with a spoon
Galiah looked over the object with confusion like she was examining a weapon. Regardless, she tried to scoop up the cereal with a bit of struggle, before finally lifting up a few and putting it into her mouth. Her expression shifted from one to another as her taste buds tried to adjust to the flavor before she started to eat more.
G: Oh, it's sweet. It's very sweet. It's like those little brown and soft rectangles that Yoon always eats
M: Chocolate
G: Yes, chocolate. tsokolate is very good. What magic is needed to turn wheat into chocolate
M: It's actually a lot madami steps than that.
But even as I was trying to answer the question, Galiah had already finished the bowl, leaving the now brown gatas inside as she looked ove rit.
G: Does the bowl fill itself up?
M: No. You just drink the gatas now?
G: Oh, of course
And even still, she would find herself amazed at the change of flavor of the milk
G: And it changes the flavor of the gatas as well. Incredible. it's like a sweet tsokolate soup. Mason, I must have more
M: Wow, don't give yourself a stomach ache there, Galiah. We still got madami things to try out
G: More? But I could eat this forever. Humans aren't just satisfied from having sweets all day
M: Not really, no
susunod we decided to try something I was a bit madami familiar with. I managed to get a bag of McDonalds brought here with the burger and the french fries. And as per usual, Galiah looked over the bag with confusion
G: Who is this McDonald? Is he an explorder
M: No
G: Perhaps a great king
M: Not... inaccurate
As I took the contents from the bag, Galiah looked over the bag, reeling back from the smell of deep fried pagkain and sauce packets
G: Ugh, it has a strange miasma to it
M: Yeah, that's the usual response to this stuff
I set out the box with the large burger and the set of fries, which Galiah looked at with a puzzled expression. She would pull out one of the fries, examining it with a confused stare, her hands feeling over the texture.
G: Oh, this must be a potato I believe
M: About right
G: But it feels... jagged
M: Most likely the salt and the fryer it was cooked in
G: A fryer? Wouldn't a potato be at it's best roasted over a fire? Or boiled in a stew?
M: Perhaps, but there is a lot you can do with potatoes. This is one of the many ways
Galiah could only remained confused as she heard this, her eyes still glancing at the fires before she would take a bite of it. She chewed on it in a confused manner, still unsure if she liked what was in her mouth
G: My grandfather has made potatoes all his life, but this feels... unnatural, sir Mason. It doesn't seem right
M: Well, you know, we can save the fries for later. The real thing to try is the burger
G: A burger? I've never heard of such a thing
As Galiah opened the box, she would see the pagkain within, looking over it with confusion before asking with another confused expression
G: Is this meat?
M: It is
G: But it's so... small. Is it isda meat? Perhaps snowhare meat
M: It's actually a cow
G: Bovine? I do not believe this. They are large. They have so much madami meat. This is merely a small portion compared to what they could offer. One cow could feed a village for a week. Are the cows of the human world so small?
M: No, they just give you the meet you require and cook the rest for later
G: Oh. So none of the meat goes to waste
I was unable to lie to her, but I didn't want to admit. I only told a half truth
M: They make sure to
G: Well, I hope the creature made for this is ibingiay a good life so that it may prolong the lives of others. Array Vordoski
It was the first time I had ever heard one of Galiah's older words spoken. It was something I would have to touch on in a future assessment. Galiah would raise the meet from the box, holding it in one hand with confusion before trying to split the breading and vegetables off to get to the meat
M: Galiah, it's actually better to eat the bruger with the tinapay and the vegetables
G: Oooh, I merely assumed it was all just a side dish that got mixed up in the process. I was confused as to why all of this was in the way of the meat
Galiah would take as large a bite as she could with her tiny frame, chewing through the meat with gusto before she would nearly cough
G: Shrat!
M: Pardon?
G: I believe that is a curse in your language, Sir Mason. Apologies but this meat is cooked in a way that is offensive to the cow that died for it and to my very body. It was not treated with the respect it deserved. The meat should be softer, warmer, have life to it
M: Oh, uh. I'm sorry
G: I do not blame you, Mason. Nor do I blame the cook that prepared it in such a way. It's just not a way I see as right to the creature who gave it's life for others
M: Um... do you want me to throw it away
Galiah turned to me giving a scoff and an expression of almost offense
G: Sir Mason, I am surprised. Though poor the craftsmanship is, it is still a greater dishonor to let the meat go to waste. My people treat pagkain as something sacred. We respect what is grown, we respect what is hunted, and we do not let anything go to waste. We will hold off eating for weeks if it is to ensure that not a morsel is left to rot. Though the preparation is of the same quality as burnt wood, I will do my part to ensure nothing here is wasted
And she made sure of that, though the maasim expression on her face the entire time told me she was less offended sa pamamagitan ng the quality of fast pagkain and madami that she was offended that an animal was cooked on a mass produced grill. I'll have to make sure to get something really high quality if I'm going to introduce her to mei fun noodles.
G: Sir Mason, what are all these rough little things floating around in the milk?
M: It's cereal
G: Cereal?
I had gotten her a box of kakaw Puffs, but she looked over it like it was something else
G: This looks like animal droppings, Sir Mason. You don't... eat the excrement of animals, do you?
M: No, they're just balls of chocolate, Galiah. It's a common thing people eat for breakfast
G: But how do they make it?
M: It's just manufactured and processed
G: Do you grow it?
M: Not particularly.
G: Does it come from an animal or the earth
M:In a sense. To make the wheat for the cereal, it is needed to make this
Galiah looked over the bowl, before she would reach inside of it, trying to grab the cereal with her bare hands. I was quick to stop her and offer her a spoon, which she looked over with confusion
M: Don't they use silverware?
G: Silverware? Only to carve through any of the tougher meat, but we are trained to cook it properly so the meat falls from the bone. Other than that, we eat with our hands. No need for silverware
M: Well, it's less messy to eat with a spoon
Galiah looked over the object with confusion like she was examining a weapon. Regardless, she tried to scoop up the cereal with a bit of struggle, before finally lifting up a few and putting it into her mouth. Her expression shifted from one to another as her taste buds tried to adjust to the flavor before she started to eat more.
G: Oh, it's sweet. It's very sweet. It's like those little brown and soft rectangles that Yoon always eats
M: Chocolate
G: Yes, chocolate. tsokolate is very good. What magic is needed to turn wheat into chocolate
M: It's actually a lot madami steps than that.
But even as I was trying to answer the question, Galiah had already finished the bowl, leaving the now brown gatas inside as she looked ove rit.
G: Does the bowl fill itself up?
M: No. You just drink the gatas now?
G: Oh, of course
And even still, she would find herself amazed at the change of flavor of the milk
G: And it changes the flavor of the gatas as well. Incredible. it's like a sweet tsokolate soup. Mason, I must have more
M: Wow, don't give yourself a stomach ache there, Galiah. We still got madami things to try out
G: More? But I could eat this forever. Humans aren't just satisfied from having sweets all day
M: Not really, no
susunod we decided to try something I was a bit madami familiar with. I managed to get a bag of McDonalds brought here with the burger and the french fries. And as per usual, Galiah looked over the bag with confusion
G: Who is this McDonald? Is he an explorder
M: No
G: Perhaps a great king
M: Not... inaccurate
As I took the contents from the bag, Galiah looked over the bag, reeling back from the smell of deep fried pagkain and sauce packets
G: Ugh, it has a strange miasma to it
M: Yeah, that's the usual response to this stuff
I set out the box with the large burger and the set of fries, which Galiah looked at with a puzzled expression. She would pull out one of the fries, examining it with a confused stare, her hands feeling over the texture.
G: Oh, this must be a potato I believe
M: About right
G: But it feels... jagged
M: Most likely the salt and the fryer it was cooked in
G: A fryer? Wouldn't a potato be at it's best roasted over a fire? Or boiled in a stew?
M: Perhaps, but there is a lot you can do with potatoes. This is one of the many ways
Galiah could only remained confused as she heard this, her eyes still glancing at the fires before she would take a bite of it. She chewed on it in a confused manner, still unsure if she liked what was in her mouth
G: My grandfather has made potatoes all his life, but this feels... unnatural, sir Mason. It doesn't seem right
M: Well, you know, we can save the fries for later. The real thing to try is the burger
G: A burger? I've never heard of such a thing
As Galiah opened the box, she would see the pagkain within, looking over it with confusion before asking with another confused expression
G: Is this meat?
M: It is
G: But it's so... small. Is it isda meat? Perhaps snowhare meat
M: It's actually a cow
G: Bovine? I do not believe this. They are large. They have so much madami meat. This is merely a small portion compared to what they could offer. One cow could feed a village for a week. Are the cows of the human world so small?
M: No, they just give you the meet you require and cook the rest for later
G: Oh. So none of the meat goes to waste
I was unable to lie to her, but I didn't want to admit. I only told a half truth
M: They make sure to
G: Well, I hope the creature made for this is ibingiay a good life so that it may prolong the lives of others. Array Vordoski
It was the first time I had ever heard one of Galiah's older words spoken. It was something I would have to touch on in a future assessment. Galiah would raise the meet from the box, holding it in one hand with confusion before trying to split the breading and vegetables off to get to the meat
M: Galiah, it's actually better to eat the bruger with the tinapay and the vegetables
G: Oooh, I merely assumed it was all just a side dish that got mixed up in the process. I was confused as to why all of this was in the way of the meat
Galiah would take as large a bite as she could with her tiny frame, chewing through the meat with gusto before she would nearly cough
G: Shrat!
M: Pardon?
G: I believe that is a curse in your language, Sir Mason. Apologies but this meat is cooked in a way that is offensive to the cow that died for it and to my very body. It was not treated with the respect it deserved. The meat should be softer, warmer, have life to it
M: Oh, uh. I'm sorry
G: I do not blame you, Mason. Nor do I blame the cook that prepared it in such a way. It's just not a way I see as right to the creature who gave it's life for others
M: Um... do you want me to throw it away
Galiah turned to me giving a scoff and an expression of almost offense
G: Sir Mason, I am surprised. Though poor the craftsmanship is, it is still a greater dishonor to let the meat go to waste. My people treat pagkain as something sacred. We respect what is grown, we respect what is hunted, and we do not let anything go to waste. We will hold off eating for weeks if it is to ensure that not a morsel is left to rot. Though the preparation is of the same quality as burnt wood, I will do my part to ensure nothing here is wasted
And she made sure of that, though the maasim expression on her face the entire time told me she was less offended sa pamamagitan ng the quality of fast pagkain and madami that she was offended that an animal was cooked on a mass produced grill. I'll have to make sure to get something really high quality if I'm going to introduce her to mei fun noodles.