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Post by Remy LeBeau on May 31, 2014 0:36:44 GMT -5
The LeBeau residence was a nice penthouse apartment in the heart of Manhattan. It was an ideal place if one liked the hustle and bustle of the city. Hustle and bustle wasn't really Remy's style, but the apartment was too beautiful to pass up, plus it was near shopping, Desiree's school and local attractions. On top of that, it had a great view of Central Park.
The apartment smelled of Cajun seasoning, combined with a spicy barbecue sauce. It was near dinner time. Remy took on many domestic duties since he became a single father years ago. Of course, he had help in the thieves guild, but had to step up to the plate. He opened the oven to check on the oven baked ribs he made. The marinade was made from scratch. He made his own barbecue sauce and added a mixture of Cajun seasonings. He grabbed the oven mitts and took the pan out of the oven, placing it on the counter.
Next, he checked on the macaroni and cheese, which he had made as a side to the pork spare ribs. So far, so good. Remy had a couple of other things to finish, such as the corn bread and baked potatoes. He wondered if Desiree would like to help him, as cooking was one of the things the two enjoyed to do together.
One would think a man like Remy would feed his daughter fast food every night, but that wasn't the case. He actually enjoyed cooking and he had Tante Mattie to thank for that. That woman made it a point to teach him how to cook everything, for Desiree's sake.
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Post by Desiree LeBeau on Jun 27, 2014 23:20:55 GMT -5
Desiree moved into the apartment and the scent of her father's cooking hit her nose. She loved the fact that even though they had moved away from the south, she still had a piece of it no matter what. There were many things she loved spending time with her father doing, and cooking was number one. She had been around so much in the kitchen with him as a child that she learned from a very young age about mixing spices and making home cooked meals, fast food was very rare in their home.
Leaning over the bar and poking her head into the kitchen she smiled. "B'jour papa! Dinner smells delicious." she says taking in the smell even more. "Sorry ah'm a bit late, headed out t' da library an' los' track of tahme." She said, her accent to anyone else would have been so hard to understand, especially in the northern U.S. She was often questioned at school about what she was saying, and it was frustrating for her.
The teenage reached over and dipped her finger in the sauce, one of the few that could ever get away with that when it came to Remy's cooking. "Papa, ya out done yaself t'night" she said. "Amazingly done, ah approve." pausing she moved into the kitchen and kissed his cheek before grabbing a glass and getting some water. "So when do ah get t actually see dis fancy mutant school ya work at. Ah hear all about it but sometahmes ah don' t'ink it is even real."
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