Sparkee0213
Inactive Member
YSS Imperator
Galley
Senjo Shefu watched as the kitchen assistants carried the meals to the serving tables, where hungry and anxious crew would eat and then report to their stations. There would be food out almost all day now, since Bridge officers, damage control teams, and starfighter pilots had not had time to eat before being deployed. Luckily, Senjo had ordered almost double the supplies needed, allowing them to be generous with portioning. Assuming they didn't get stranded 75 light years away from home by some spacial anomaly.
Senjo began cutting an onion, scraping the julienne-cut pieces onto a waiting plate of rice. He sauteed the remaining pieces with some butter, white wine, and salt. He added finely diced basil leaves to the plate, along with finely chopped carrot pieces. The fish, glazed with a caramel-type sauce was laid around the rice as a sort of faux bowl, encompassing the steaming rice. Once finished, he added the sauteed onions to the dish. It smelled wonderful. This is was the trouble of being a cook on a starship: you can't eat your creations until everyone else has. His stomach growled in protest as he set the warm platter onto a waiting counter, where other dishes such as salad, fruit bowls, and other assorted dishes waited. It was almost time to prepare for dessert. Luckily once people ate, they wouldn't be back until relieved or the battle was over, allowing the kitchen time to clean up after this last meal and prepare for dessert.
"Sous!." Senjo yelled over the noise of the kitchen, getting the attention of his sous chef who wiped a counter with a sanitizing solution. The young Minkan looked up. "I need you to start thawing the dessert in the refrigerator. We don't want to serve blocks of ice for the crew to enjoy after this engagement."
"Yes Chef!" He said, putting the rag back into a bucket with a solution of chemicals that kill any bacteria on a surface. He began to walk to the freezer, and entered with a fine mist billowing out of the freezer through the opening. He came back out with buckets of ice cream, a tray with cake bites, and chocolate squares. He opened the large walk-in refrigerator as the freezer door sealed shut, and exited a moment later as they thawed the dessert for later. He paused to stretch as the other chefs finished their last dishes, the kitchen starting to transfer from cooking to clean-up.
Galley
Senjo Shefu watched as the kitchen assistants carried the meals to the serving tables, where hungry and anxious crew would eat and then report to their stations. There would be food out almost all day now, since Bridge officers, damage control teams, and starfighter pilots had not had time to eat before being deployed. Luckily, Senjo had ordered almost double the supplies needed, allowing them to be generous with portioning. Assuming they didn't get stranded 75 light years away from home by some spacial anomaly.
Senjo began cutting an onion, scraping the julienne-cut pieces onto a waiting plate of rice. He sauteed the remaining pieces with some butter, white wine, and salt. He added finely diced basil leaves to the plate, along with finely chopped carrot pieces. The fish, glazed with a caramel-type sauce was laid around the rice as a sort of faux bowl, encompassing the steaming rice. Once finished, he added the sauteed onions to the dish. It smelled wonderful. This is was the trouble of being a cook on a starship: you can't eat your creations until everyone else has. His stomach growled in protest as he set the warm platter onto a waiting counter, where other dishes such as salad, fruit bowls, and other assorted dishes waited. It was almost time to prepare for dessert. Luckily once people ate, they wouldn't be back until relieved or the battle was over, allowing the kitchen time to clean up after this last meal and prepare for dessert.
"Sous!." Senjo yelled over the noise of the kitchen, getting the attention of his sous chef who wiped a counter with a sanitizing solution. The young Minkan looked up. "I need you to start thawing the dessert in the refrigerator. We don't want to serve blocks of ice for the crew to enjoy after this engagement."
"Yes Chef!" He said, putting the rag back into a bucket with a solution of chemicals that kill any bacteria on a surface. He began to walk to the freezer, and entered with a fine mist billowing out of the freezer through the opening. He came back out with buckets of ice cream, a tray with cake bites, and chocolate squares. He opened the large walk-in refrigerator as the freezer door sealed shut, and exited a moment later as they thawed the dessert for later. He paused to stretch as the other chefs finished their last dishes, the kitchen starting to transfer from cooking to clean-up.