Omake: Harry loves Cooking (noncanon)
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qsurf Omake: Harry loves Cooking
...I was inspired, so I did a thing:
Spoiler: Harry loves Cooking
Akizuki, it has often been said that I like cooking.
Teruzuki, I like cooking...
No, Hatsuzuki, I love cooking!
I love baking.
I love barbecuing.
I love stove top cooking.
I love roasts, grilling, I love dressing salads, and tossing pasta.
Open-air cooking across prairies, in streets, in mess halls, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every form of cooking that can occur upon this earth.
I love whisking melting chocolate into warm heavy cream to form the Mousse that has had Akashi-obaa tackle Ooyodo-obaa for the last cup.
My heart leaps with joy whenever a light cruiser is tossed high into the air by a ravening hoard of hungry destroyers stampeding for some barbecue sandwiches. And there is nothing like a fellow cook using their skills to destroy the Enemy called Hunger. And the feeling that comes when a carrier sighs happily after she finishes her last plate only to be served a dense chocolate cake, is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of marines brandish their knives and forks rushing to consume the dish of the day. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a newly summoned shipgirl joyfully eating delicious pasta over and over even after her stomach is full.
The sight of dessert being displayed on the service line is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more wonderful, than the sounds made by kitchen full of cooks and the tools of their trade clanking together in a gastronomic symphony as the Head Cook shouts out order after order!
When a band of pitiful and hungry submarines approach the mess hall as we close up for the night, asking for something to eat because their mission took longer than expected, only to gasp in delight at the warm meals that were saved for them, I'm so happy.
I love it when my family is ravaged by the deadly drowsiness after a massive meal. It's so sad to see what was going to be a productive afternoon being laid to waste, their drowsiness slowly sending them off into the abyss that is the after lunch nap.
I love to squash, mash, crush all kinds of fruits, vegetables, and even grains to gain an greater array of flavours and textures to add to the meal at hand. The humiliation, as those that partake in those meals cannot separate the individual flavours, but continue to eat on regardless until they cannot help but to waddle out of the hall.
Suzutsuki... All I ask for is to cook a feast so grand as to make your stomach itself grumble. Duckies, I ask you as my wonderful taste testers, what is it that you really want? Do you wish for more of my cooking as I do? Do you wish for a merciless pace of dish after dish?! A feast whose courses are always accompanied with rice, and miso, and tea?! Do you ask for a feast to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even battleships to feel the slightest hint of hunger, upon this Earth!?!
...Very well. Then Shokuji is what you shall have. We clench our chopsticks and spoons, ready to slurp down all the noodles before us with all our might.
But... After enduring over half a month without a new recipe, for us, a simple "ordinary" dish such as the ones before you now will no longer be sufficient.
We need a NEW AND EXOTIC recipe! A recipe beyond any other that our palates have ever known!
We are but a single boy and four destroyers... Members of a select group of personnel numbering less then twenty strong. However, I believe that each of you young ladies is equal to a carrier! You represent a panel of gourmands that would make even the most professional of chefs pale!
It is time to pre-heat the ovens in preparation of the newest recipe that sent even stalwart Head Cook screaming into hell, and who now lies resting. Let's drag the secrets of the process out of these mere words on a piece of scrap paper, and remind those who watch of who I am and who you all are! We will remind them of what it feels like to see a recipe succeed and the kitchen fill with that delicious aroma. We will remind them of the sound of stainless steel meeting ceramic as the diners happily chew as they enjoy the meal.
We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt of in their cook books.
You, my panel of destroyers will push me to the limit as attempt to perfect the recipe.
Yes, my friends! Soon, Europe's roasted fare will illuminate your palates!
I have brought you to this Mess Hall just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite battlefield. Back to our beloved feast!
...At last, the oven is at temperature and the preparations for the roast are almost done. Pay attention, I will begin to mix according to the recipe! This is a message from your cook.
…Duckies... wait patiently and eat more as I complete the Roast.
...I was inspired, so I did a thing:
Spoiler: Harry loves Cooking
Akizuki, it has often been said that I like cooking.
Teruzuki, I like cooking...
No, Hatsuzuki, I love cooking!
I love baking.
I love barbecuing.
I love stove top cooking.
I love roasts, grilling, I love dressing salads, and tossing pasta.
Open-air cooking across prairies, in streets, in mess halls, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every form of cooking that can occur upon this earth.
I love whisking melting chocolate into warm heavy cream to form the Mousse that has had Akashi-obaa tackle Ooyodo-obaa for the last cup.
My heart leaps with joy whenever a light cruiser is tossed high into the air by a ravening hoard of hungry destroyers stampeding for some barbecue sandwiches. And there is nothing like a fellow cook using their skills to destroy the Enemy called Hunger. And the feeling that comes when a carrier sighs happily after she finishes her last plate only to be served a dense chocolate cake, is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of marines brandish their knives and forks rushing to consume the dish of the day. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a newly summoned shipgirl joyfully eating delicious pasta over and over even after her stomach is full.
The sight of dessert being displayed on the service line is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more wonderful, than the sounds made by kitchen full of cooks and the tools of their trade clanking together in a gastronomic symphony as the Head Cook shouts out order after order!
When a band of pitiful and hungry submarines approach the mess hall as we close up for the night, asking for something to eat because their mission took longer than expected, only to gasp in delight at the warm meals that were saved for them, I'm so happy.
I love it when my family is ravaged by the deadly drowsiness after a massive meal. It's so sad to see what was going to be a productive afternoon being laid to waste, their drowsiness slowly sending them off into the abyss that is the after lunch nap.
I love to squash, mash, crush all kinds of fruits, vegetables, and even grains to gain an greater array of flavours and textures to add to the meal at hand. The humiliation, as those that partake in those meals cannot separate the individual flavours, but continue to eat on regardless until they cannot help but to waddle out of the hall.
Suzutsuki... All I ask for is to cook a feast so grand as to make your stomach itself grumble. Duckies, I ask you as my wonderful taste testers, what is it that you really want? Do you wish for more of my cooking as I do? Do you wish for a merciless pace of dish after dish?! A feast whose courses are always accompanied with rice, and miso, and tea?! Do you ask for a feast to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even battleships to feel the slightest hint of hunger, upon this Earth!?!
...Very well. Then Shokuji is what you shall have. We clench our chopsticks and spoons, ready to slurp down all the noodles before us with all our might.
But... After enduring over half a month without a new recipe, for us, a simple "ordinary" dish such as the ones before you now will no longer be sufficient.
We need a NEW AND EXOTIC recipe! A recipe beyond any other that our palates have ever known!
We are but a single boy and four destroyers... Members of a select group of personnel numbering less then twenty strong. However, I believe that each of you young ladies is equal to a carrier! You represent a panel of gourmands that would make even the most professional of chefs pale!
It is time to pre-heat the ovens in preparation of the newest recipe that sent even stalwart Head Cook screaming into hell, and who now lies resting. Let's drag the secrets of the process out of these mere words on a piece of scrap paper, and remind those who watch of who I am and who you all are! We will remind them of what it feels like to see a recipe succeed and the kitchen fill with that delicious aroma. We will remind them of the sound of stainless steel meeting ceramic as the diners happily chew as they enjoy the meal.
We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt of in their cook books.
You, my panel of destroyers will push me to the limit as attempt to perfect the recipe.
Yes, my friends! Soon, Europe's roasted fare will illuminate your palates!
I have brought you to this Mess Hall just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite battlefield. Back to our beloved feast!
...At last, the oven is at temperature and the preparations for the roast are almost done. Pay attention, I will begin to mix according to the recipe! This is a message from your cook.
…Duckies... wait patiently and eat more as I complete the Roast.