"I can," Bramen said with a nod, tearing off a piece of the meat and chewing it. The Dalish did know how to season, how to make even the gamiest of meat taste like a feast. They weren't a people with much but they knew all about nature round them, what plants were the most aromatic, what was good raw, what could be dried and added to a meal for a flavourful punch - when it came to a feast, they knew how to prepare one. Even if it was a far cry from the feasts Dorian had been to, even if they ate with their hands, drank from clay cups and ate whatever was offered, everything was a treat in a way. Everything had flavour, everything was unique and exciting to the palette.
"Dalish tastes are sometimes a bit too unusual for most of the people in Skyhold," he said with a short laugh, another elf coming by and offering up bowls of stew to everyone - a stew made of varied roots, what looked to be apple, potato, bits of whatever could be found. It smelled rather unique and Bramen was content to take a bowl, placing his meat on top of it and pushing it into the thick broth.
"We live off whatever we can find so our recipes tend to change based on where we settle," he said with a smile, "This stew is a good example."
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Date: 2015-02-28 03:52 pm (UTC)"Dalish tastes are sometimes a bit too unusual for most of the people in Skyhold," he said with a short laugh, another elf coming by and offering up bowls of stew to everyone - a stew made of varied roots, what looked to be apple, potato, bits of whatever could be found. It smelled rather unique and Bramen was content to take a bowl, placing his meat on top of it and pushing it into the thick broth.
"We live off whatever we can find so our recipes tend to change based on where we settle," he said with a smile, "This stew is a good example."