The perfect cheese cake comes with many different oppnions, flavors, and critics. But most of all, its made with ingredients. From milk, to cream cheese, eggs, bread, and many small things added to improve the flavor and leave it an everlasting experience that would bring people back for more. When it comes to making such a delicacy it requires a gentle hand, or paw, slow mixing with the careful addition of certain ingredients.
Mixing a bowl with the batter of milk, eggs, and cream cheese sugar could be added soon after the mix would become less liquid-like and more stable and similar to a semi-solid. It was here that other condiments could be added to give it a certain flavor or taste, did his clients enjoy chocolate? Or maybe a red velvet sort of taste, maybe they were simple and liked the taste of oreo cookies, or even cookie dough was possible so long as you sprinkled the chunks into the batter.
Cooling it down in a fridge was next, the bowl would come out a little forested but that was fine. In the mean time a pan was layered with butter, mixed with gram cracker crumbs and layered along the bottom to make the curst, forming to the metal shape easily but with some sugar and a tad bit of water it would make having it stick a lot better.
"Nearly done..."
For the batter, it was an easy step to mix the two, simply place it inot the crust and smooth it out. Even strokes, nothing too drastic if only to make sure the crumbs didn't push and tug around. Nothing sucked more than having crumbs on top of your cheese cake, it showed a lack of professionalism, something he took pride in with every stroke.
With the last section finished all that came next were toppings, however this was something he didn't have directly on hand. One, two, three double takes were given to the clients request receipt, he was out of the one thing he needed to top this item with. Making him frown as the kitchen was searched and almost flipped upside down to ensure he didn't over look a cabinet or small section in the fridge.
Only finding a piece of sandwich he long since forgot even existed, at least it would make for a quick midday snack. But his work wasn't done, leaving him iffy about what to do, stores here didn't seem to have it, and most of all he didn't have the money for such an expensive topping. Maybe it could be found else were? Or maybe he could find a trader for cheep.
Thoughts pulled his mind to ideas, indications of Kokonoe's presence in the other room, mostly slight movement on the bed, made him wonder if she would go. But he was no slaver, risking her well being for his culinary advancement seemed wrong, or at least morally bankrupt, which gave him small idea's of coming along as well. If only to ensure her own safety with his ability to assist in some way.
For now, Ricter had different things in mind, like ensuring the woman had woken up as late breakfast was in order, that is in addition to adding what seemed like her favorite candy to the mix for 'extra flavor'.
Mixing a bowl with the batter of milk, eggs, and cream cheese sugar could be added soon after the mix would become less liquid-like and more stable and similar to a semi-solid. It was here that other condiments could be added to give it a certain flavor or taste, did his clients enjoy chocolate? Or maybe a red velvet sort of taste, maybe they were simple and liked the taste of oreo cookies, or even cookie dough was possible so long as you sprinkled the chunks into the batter.
Cooling it down in a fridge was next, the bowl would come out a little forested but that was fine. In the mean time a pan was layered with butter, mixed with gram cracker crumbs and layered along the bottom to make the curst, forming to the metal shape easily but with some sugar and a tad bit of water it would make having it stick a lot better.
"Nearly done..."
For the batter, it was an easy step to mix the two, simply place it inot the crust and smooth it out. Even strokes, nothing too drastic if only to make sure the crumbs didn't push and tug around. Nothing sucked more than having crumbs on top of your cheese cake, it showed a lack of professionalism, something he took pride in with every stroke.
With the last section finished all that came next were toppings, however this was something he didn't have directly on hand. One, two, three double takes were given to the clients request receipt, he was out of the one thing he needed to top this item with. Making him frown as the kitchen was searched and almost flipped upside down to ensure he didn't over look a cabinet or small section in the fridge.
Only finding a piece of sandwich he long since forgot even existed, at least it would make for a quick midday snack. But his work wasn't done, leaving him iffy about what to do, stores here didn't seem to have it, and most of all he didn't have the money for such an expensive topping. Maybe it could be found else were? Or maybe he could find a trader for cheep.
Thoughts pulled his mind to ideas, indications of Kokonoe's presence in the other room, mostly slight movement on the bed, made him wonder if she would go. But he was no slaver, risking her well being for his culinary advancement seemed wrong, or at least morally bankrupt, which gave him small idea's of coming along as well. If only to ensure her own safety with his ability to assist in some way.
For now, Ricter had different things in mind, like ensuring the woman had woken up as late breakfast was in order, that is in addition to adding what seemed like her favorite candy to the mix for 'extra flavor'.