Posted by Civilian Dorma Fen (Governor’s Assistant) in You Won, But Did You Really?

Posted by Civilian Cort Belanger (Executive Assistant to Lt. Gov.) in You Won, But Did You Really?

Posted by Civilian Dorma Fen (Governor’s Assistant) in You Won, But Did You Really?
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“Well, you’re the expert on cooking,” he said with a grin, rinsing off the knife and setting it to the side before washing his hands again. “I don’t cook all that often, but I enjoy trying new dishes when I can.”

A flick of the wrist and flames shot up as oil caught, combusted, and flared into nothing. “Well, I hope you like this. It’s my family’s specialty.” she said as she set the wok down and lifted the tofu out of the fryer.

“What’s it like having so many siblings? Elema is the youngest of four sisters and I’ve heard her stories, but I’m an only child, so I have no real metric at all,” Cort said.

~Cort Belanger

“Fantastic. Annoying. Safe. Painful. Peaceful. Brutal.” Dorma said with a laugh. “Ask me again tomorrow. That will change.” She turned and grabbed the cooked, cold rice and dumped it in the wok. She started flipping the rice up, catching it, repeat. One handed. The other sprinkled soy sauce in the wok as the food was up in the air.

Dorma Fen

Just like with her knife-work, Cort watched her deft handling of the wok with fascination. “When I was a kid, I really wanted a sibling. But the assumption is that we’d get along and be friends. There’s never any guarantee of that as I eventually learned. For all I know it would have just been two kids who fought for their parent’s attention; what little there was anyway.”

~Cort Belanger

“You are welcome to some of mine, if you like!” Dorma said with a laugh. She shook the wok a few more times and then turned off the fire on the stove. She moved to the center table with the wok, set it down, and began spooning the rice dish onto waiting plates. Once done, she took a few of the false fried tofu roses and set them on top, and then finished the dish with a deep red, almost black, sauce drizzled over it all. She took off her chef’s coat and hung it up. “Lets eat, shall we?” and she nodded to the door as she picked up the plates.

Dorma Fen

Cort returned his smock and swapped it for his tuxedo jacket. He almost redid the button up again but would have had to undo it to sit down anyway, so left the jacket open. He pushed the swing door open and held it for Dorma as she carried their food. “It looks and smells amazing,” he said, following her back to their table. He pulled out her chair for her and took a seat. “What’s the dish called?”

~Cort Belanger