I told you so

~click~

I told her over and over again, baskets are an act of an evil loa!  I told her not to eat the food at darkmoon fair, I told her their sanitary techniques are horrible.  Did she listen to her crazy lifemate chef that has YEARS of experience, NOPE!  Now shes sick, shes got a super tummy bug and I will be there the whole time to rub her tummy as she did with me when I had some sort of bug in my apple pies.

I ran the meeting tonight, felt good.  I also promoted Shoe, I love seeing her as a tribesmate, shes bright and amazing at keeping people happy.

Baskets are evil, big ol' germ farms, NEVER TRUST BASKETS!

Chuck

~click~

I have made a new friend!  She is of the elements, I simply know this because I can talk to her.  I met chuck in Felwood while trying to get new parts for the project I am completing before me and my lifemates one year mark. I have made a little drawing of the following friend to better describe what she looks like.  She seems to like hugs, long walks along water lines and eats everything including bits of metal.

My project is coming along nicely, I need to remember not to add to many components and keep it light.

 

Glad

~Click~

Found something on the goblin radio that reminded me of Urukha and myself.

~The sounds of the radio buzz in the background.~

Many Things

~click~

I attended Westel's and his mates wedding.  There were many pretty words exchanged as well as a kiss, but there was no blessing of the loa, no fight of dominance nor a blood binding.  I wonder how elves truly bind themselves to one another.  I myself have found comfort into simply closing my eyes and being able to feel the presence of Urukha within my being.  We are bound by that and will never be unwoven, nor with my binding to kimdreg, does Westel feel the same?  If not, it explains why he could rip away his new wives husband away from him so easily.   I do not know Westel's new lifemate, she seems pleasant enough.



Urukha has grown her hair out and tied it up into a topknot.  It is quite pleasing to feel with my fingertips as I enjoy the simple texture of her hair.  I often enjoy the sensation of the scent as we lay in bed at night.  I did mention that Kimdreg had her hair similar to that and it was even further as it reached down to her calves.  When asked, she stated she simply wanted to try something different, this difference is much more enjoyable than what she had tried before.

Zazii before leaving the tree hill gave me a big smooch on my helmet, then stated he was going to go work out.  Though it does perplex me what type of work he went off to do.  It also peeks my curiosity why he did what he did, and then ignored the massive spread of food I made him.

Went to an emergency circus tonight, rode ponies and buried a crab.  Though I feel the spirit would have better re leaved to see its body being used and eaten rather than just put into sand.  I spoke a simple poem and ran out of words so I ended it the best I could.

Goblin Raido

~click there was a sound of pip squealing with delight~

Found a good orish song that speaks to me. ~There was a sound that came from the reciver~

Dinner Party

~click~

Tonight Gomjin and Zazii have invited us over for a dinner party.  They insisted that I bring the food and of course as a chef I am dedicated to making everyone around me happy and full.  I asked them what they would like and they just simply argued over pork or snails.  I have decided to bring both, I will be heading to westfall for the best snails today.  I plan on getting them and using a stuffed mushroom recipe I learned years back to appease Gom'jin, and to appease Zazii Ill bring uru's fathers recipe for bbq sauce in pulled pork sandwiches, along with some of my stuffed frogs.  I wonder what will happen tonight?  Zazii and Gom'jin have always been aquatints and it be neat to see what they truly are like. 

Last night was Dunerok's 4th anniversary in the tribe.  I honestly do not think the tribe nor I would be the same if he was not part of us.  He was a mentor when I was an intitate even before there were mentors.  I remember smoking with him all those days and laughing with him.  I need to figure out when he is not studying to sneak a smoke in or two with him.   

Zazii's Scroll

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Last night Zazii brought me something grand.  It was a scroll of all the available positions mates can achieve.  I called my lifemate wanting to take advantage of said scroll, she seems to approve of said thing.  I do not believe I have felt more excited about a scroll in such a long time.  We finished some business my lifemate needed and set to work on trying them.  I shall not go into details here but I quite enjoy it!

Zazii and Gomjin invited us over to a party, of course I am responsible for cooking and they decided that I was free to take orders.  Cooking does give me a rush of positive feelings so I agreed.  We also discussed chilli, and how to make such a thing, perhaps I shall slow chilli tomorrow morning so it is ready tomorrow night after the tribe meeting.

Last night I decided to make something simple, a sesame, honey, chilli, potato chunks of sorts.  It was something new and had a nice balance of spice, cool and sweet.

To go along with these things I made a quick and cool ham sandwich.

Fire Spinning

I spent a few hours combing different risottos, though I personally never tried a scallop one. By putting chunks of them on the top defuses the whole purpose of the risotto, I think the combination of flavors makes up for the error of having large buds of food toppled on it.  

Risotto is hard to make because the stickiness of the rice needs to have the meal come together but not so sticky it remains on the plate when flipped over.  

Went to a fire spinning class last night, and decided to invite new friends called Ala and Zom, a troll and elf couple.  I revived a hoola-hoop and enjoyed it quite a bit, and by the end of the session I begged Nystia to keep it.  This class had dangerous things that were on fire such as swords and swinging things, that was my type of class!  Urukha came a bit late, no doubt deciding on a outfit to wear but I love her just the same.  She brought redfang and we saw another one just like him! Perhaps it was a female?! Could there be love in the air or even redfang puppy's? Oh the joy!

Beef Wellington

~click~

I've heard rumors that beef wellington is difficult to cook.  I spent quite a bit of time in Dalaran cooking them for the hungry mages that required a more refined taste, so I decided to make it last night.  What beef wellington is, is a fine cut of beef surrounded in fra ga, and that is surrounded by a fine pastry.   What makes this dish difficult is the inability to see how the meat inside of it is cooked, and the temp must be just right as to not to burn the thin pastry on the outside.  It seemed to turn out just fine, I may have to make up my own recipe to quench my desire to find a new meal.

~click~

So much has happened since I have turned this on last.

Chopsie was not my lifemate, at least according to our local Doc.  I am unsure if he tells the truth, I loved her deeply and I do not believe I cannot undo those precious moments.  I have truly bound myself to Urukha, I can sense her in my thoughts and soul, I have not had such a capability since my beloved Kimdreg.

I found my loa once again, he walked within my dreams and chastised me for simply being to blunt.  He wished me to learn my way of stalking and hunting, he believes that if I were to run into pray my own strength I would be doomed.  My loa has not spoken to me in such a long time it was hard to have him pay any particular interest in me.  In turn and to appease my loa I have started training, a very different training but has started to work.  I can stalk my pray undetected, I have even been able to find out more information using this technique.

Westel continues to be a problem, he is stuck up and very aggressive in flirting with my lifemate.  I often wonder if that is how he wedged his current to be lifemate out of her prior's relationship?  If he set the husband up to be the bad guy and allowed the wife to have all the doubts, I have seen it before no doubt with chopsie and jin'vok.   Of course I ended up losing Chopsie to Jin'vok and now I wonder am I just making the same mistakes with Urukha?  Is it possibly me being to possessive of a lifemate driving them away?  I promised myself last night I would not allow that to happen, to try to lighten up with the flirtations between the two of them.  ~There is a long pause~ Though it does not seem possible.

Urukha seems to be in pain at the loss of Annjia, but I do not seem to understand this logic.  She tried to imitate Annjia and ended up blowing up at me for no reason.  She is orc, to try to hide the emotions and fire that beats in her heart would just make her into less of what truly is and what I have been fighting for her to become over the last year.

I need to occupy myself with finding a recipe, anything will do.. I need to learn to make new food.

~click~

Your soul is like the vastest sea
And mine a darting fish:
I lose myself within your love;
I live within your heart.

I breathe your love: it is my air,
My element, my world.
I know no other ambiance;
I have no other dream.

I know there is outside your love
A world of rocks and sand;
And I could live there, too, but oh!
How poor and thin each breath!

How rich my world, how beautiful,
Alive within your love,
Each moment filled with dancing light
Refracted through your eyes.

~There is a pause and a grunt of approval~

Oath's

~click~

Many have looked at me oddly because I hold my oaths close to my heart, or they simply do not understand the meaning of oaths.  In particular the life oath I made to chopsie, I no longer love her but I am bound by my oath to protect her and keep her safe.

How far does it extend though?  If she breaks her oath to me do I break my oath to her?   If she forgets me has that part of her "soul" that loved me gone?  What happens if she remembers?  It reminds me of a story.


There once was two strong warrior trolls.  One male Kujan'jin and one female Trejina.  The made was deeply in love with the female but never told her.  He was strong as the mountains as all trolls were that day and she was as swift as a stranglethorn tiger.  They fought side by side killing anything that would threaten our great empire back then.  After many years of fighting Kunan'jin oathed a oath of eternal friendship.  He promised to keep her safe, to love her, and she did him.  She did not love him the way he loved her though and even after many years Kunan'jin never told her.  Ganjin another troll joined them, hunting the dark forces, killing thousands of murlocks and even challanging the old gods together.  Ganjin and Trejina looked longingly at one another and slowly Kajan'jin took to himself more and more.

One old god the two had waged war on saw this.  He was a god of cunning and knew the secret crush Kujan'jin had.  One night the god sent letters to the Ganjins and Trejina's hut with the smell of pharmones of each one, it was a love letter professing the adoration for each one.  They met in the middle of the little village and embraced one another, wrapping themselves into a passionate kiss.  Kunan'jin was also invited from Trejina, at least thats what he though.  He looked upon the center of the village and saw the two embraced and felt his heart being crushed, turned and left.  Seeing the unbeatable alliance of Trejina and Kunan'jin break the dark god lept down upon both Ganjin and Trejina and captured them.

Kujan'jin hid within a cave, and knowingly left Trejina in danger.  Many trolls that knew the powers of these great warriors approached the cave to let the massive bulk of a troll know but anger grew in his heart.. and hatred was replaced.  He defeated each troll in a duel one after another.  One day a old woman came and reminded the troll of his once oath.. that his friend was in danger.  His rage pushed him to raise a hand against the old woman but the loa removed her clothing and revealed herself.  Her voice boomed within the cave and she grew 100 times and brushed away the cavern to look at the tiny ant upon the ground. "You Kunan'jin have broken your oath!  You being one of the greatest heros within your time have brought our kind to its knees! I will punish them in return! May your strength fade!  May you fall to your knees with each oath broken!  I will not have followers that are barbarians!"  With that a poof, she was gone.

Kajan'jin felt the energy pulled from him but he stood, his knees shook but he ran to the old god's lair.  He broke through the wall's and lept over the traps, he faced the old god and sent him back to the after life with one deadly blow.


Hearing this tale, I am unsure if breaking an oath after chopsie broke hers to me will make it alright.  I will need to talk to the doctor about souls, as much as I would like to forgo my oath I do not think it will make it right.

~click~

The sun rises above the hillcrest,
As does the joy of my heart;
Rays of warmth and love,
From her I will never depart.

Fresh dew upon the grass,
Young birds chirp in their nests;
I watch her gently sleep,
My love to her I silently profess.

I enjoy the stillness and calm,
Watching as she smiles and dreams;
She brings me to stillness and peace,
Like that of a slow flowing stream.

My heart and soul flow with love,
And I smile as I quietly reflect;
I’ve been handed a sweet warrior,
A sweet warrior to love and to protect.

A vow to myself I make,
As she quietly sleeps away;
To love and always cherish her,
Until my last breath... until my last day.

~click~

As stated before numerous times, I am a chef.  Many times people (including the center of my life) roll their eyes at the process I use to analyze food using my own taste buds.  As a chef it is my job to analyze food in such a manner, to inform and tell people what they have simply done wrong to make an error with the food making process.

This brings me to my point, baskets.  When food is presented in such a way, it tells me right away that the chef took little to no time to appease their customers.  Being a chef is one of the highest pleasures one can be, making food for all people.  Every living being (or forsaken) is brought together by a good chef, I myself have been asked multiple times to serve for some of the most powerful mages and warriors within this world.  I have spent years traveling both horde, alliance and other territory's for any type of cuisine that would tickle both my customers and my families taste buds and I would -never- throw my masterpieces in a basket.  If one uses a basket with barbecue it does several things to my heart.  One it traps all the grease within one confined area.. and thus the bottom of whatever delightful item they have made is sullied with to much grease.  Two it simply does not look good, if I spent 5 hours smoking something I would want it to look amazing.  Three it changes the flavor, as to a wooden bowl or plate expands the flavor.

Baskets are horrible inventions for chefs.   

~click~ Went to the fair with my lifemate today.  I value every breath with her, if it be teasing me or not.

I state this simply because she took me to get my planestrider leg that I so adore and enjoy.  The advantage of the leg is that it is simply almost impossible to screw up.  As both my love and I walked to the stand I could smell the lovely scent along with crunchy frogs.  I was excited perhaps this was a peer of my own taste buds?  I was sadly disappointed when we arrived at the counter.. and I saw random patrons THROW frogs into the water like nothing!  What was worse the cook -wanted- to them to do such a thing!  Several alarms went off in my head, and in addition to that my mate had to -bribe- the cook to serve one on a plate instead of a basket!

Baskets.. baskets.. dear lord how far have my taste buds sunk to eat something so low as to be served on a basket.

~click~ The heavy breath of the raptors, the clashing of steel on steel.  Honor among both alliance and horde, the smell of sweat and blood is fresh in the air.

I love the argent tournament. 

~click~

Beautiful orcess, lily of the field

You, my umbrella and my shield

Your adoration showers like the rains

And drowns all odds and pains.

Searching everywhere unto the crest

Clear you stood above the rest

For never in my dreams most sweet

Did I such a lovely damsel meet.

Mesmerised I am, dreaming all the while

Of when we walked down the aisle

To vows we take we shall keep

With our affection ever deep.

For eternity our love shall sprout

Though the world be in drought

A union most blissful, this I know

For we ever shall sparkle and glow.

Tusker

~click~ The new recent addition of our tribe the doc has made a graveyard for the dead.  Both urukha and myself attended last weekend both of us were awed at the magnificence of such a place for the dead.  Urukha felt the guilt of making such a modest place but I like it.  It has a homely feel to it, but today I promised her Id help build upon it, plant life there.. make it more of a home to her and her family.

I thought of my son last night and tonight.. I brought him up in conversation and felt the sting of what I might have had at one point.  I visited Feralas and prayed at his graveyard.. Urukha came, I must admit I did break down quite a bit.  I asked her if I had a son would we still be lifemated.. and she responded with a yes, she asked me to name him, she told me she would be there for me and I am unsure how much she knew her very words moved me.

I suppose both me and my lifemate have some past issues to work past but we have each other and thats what will make us strong.