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criminal minds reid eat

In which the writers consider dinner....

[01:26] matociquala: Okay. Pat can actually rub words together.
[01:27] matociquala: Not just, you know, create a paragraph I can get through without wincing.
[01:27] matociquala: But build a rhetorical structure.
[01:29] matociquala: "Old Cob tucked away his bowl of stew with the predatory efficiency of a lifelong bachelor."
[01:29] matociquala: That's like a real sentence and everything.
[01:34] stillsostrange: but it's also stew
[01:34] stillsostrange: why's it gotta be stew?
[01:35] matociquala: It's stew in a pub, which is acceptable.
[01:35] matociquala: It's only stew on long trail rides that's unlikely.
[01:36] leahbobet: Squirrel stew.
[01:36] leahbobet: Someone should do that.
[01:36] matociquala: If it wasn't stew, it would just be pottage, which is stew with oats in it.
[01:36] stillsostrange: I strive to be stew free in my fantasies
[01:36] stillsostrange: Instead it's all curry, all the time. :P
[01:36] leahbobet: Actually, I was thinking about good trail food that's not stew?
[01:37] jmeadows: chips!
[01:37] matociquala: You know what curry is, Amanda?
[01:37] leahbobet: And now I need an excuse to write the fantasy where they freeze pierogies and carry them around.
[01:37] matociquala: (stew.)



You guys.
The new face of science fiction! *g*
Wouldn't breakfast stew be eminently doable on long trail rides? At least if we can posit a suitable stew-cooking vessel (leather cauldron?) and a sufficiency of water and Dried Stuff (jerky, pemmican or similar).

I mean, it's not as well-rounded a stew as you'd get with fresh stuff, but probably better than longer-term gnawing on the dried stuff.
Mmmm, curry.
My people eat lentils. I need to give them more variety though.
Sharon Shinn's Twelve Houses books mention squirrel stew at least once or twice in every novel. It didn't sound appetizing to me. ;)
I've had squirrel stew. It was cooked in a kitchen. It was pretty good, although packed with little bones.

Wow, that sounds much grimmer than the actual experience.
I've heard someone argue, quite plausibly in my opinion, that if one person starts chopping meat etc while another is building a fire and others are dealing with horses and setting up tents and so forth, then by the time the camp is ready and it's getting dark the meat will have had plenty of time to stew.

But people seem to complain about stew in inns as well. When they do that their excuse is that no-one would *call* it stew, they'd have some special name for this particular kind of stew. But even though this special name wouldn't be known to non-locals, the readers still seem to object if the non-locals call it stew.

Eventually I gave up and called it soup. It's a very thick soup, with various root vegetables and fish and grains in it, and it's been stewing on the fire nonstop for some years now, but if calling it "soup" stops my readers throwing the Tough Guide to Fantasyland at my head then call it "soup" I shall.
"Old Cob tucked away his bowl of stew with the predatory efficiency of a lifelong bachelor."

For some reason best known to my subconscious, I imagined Old Cob hiding bowls of stew in cupboards all over the house.

Oh hell, I can't even read right now, never mind write right.

*bursting out laughing* Now I can't get that image out of my head, either.
Sorry 'bout that!

Still, a trouble shared.... *g*
You don't freeze pierogis and carry them around?
I so very, very deeply want to see a fantasy story with frozen pierogis.
I think I'm going to write it.

Fantasy needs more pierogies.
But stew was invented before everything else! Ask William Goldman!
Stew made better! mmmmm… curry
Great. Now I'm hungry for curry. Or possibly stew. :-)
Oooh, must consider food while worldbuilding The Straight Fantasy.

I can has protagonist turning her nose up at the common eats?
Fish in pastry, cheese and bread, joint, pie (savory or sweet), mashed turnips, apples and onions, bread and soup, stewed greens, porridge....

You know, all that stuff that people eat that's not stew. *g*
Ever try to make stew on a wood fire?
Actually, anything in pastry is not too hard to cook on a hearth. *g*
To make stew on my thoroughly-modern gas stove takes a minimum of three to five hours. Longer if I'm dealing with something tough like goat or mutton. That's not counting the time it takes to get a newly-laid fire to a cookfire, either. Who has six hours to wait between making camp and eating? Just scramble some eggs, or make oatmeal.
I am intrigued! Tell me of your twenty-minute stew recipe!
When food is scarce and one wants to get the most out of what you have and not lose anything to the flames then throwing what you have in a pot with water and cooking it is the thing to do. Whether you call it soup, stew, hash, or whatever. You don't grill rabbits over flames where all the valuable fat drips off to burn, or chance losing bits of fish as it flakes off. How thoroughly something is cooked partly depends on how long you're willing to wait. We're not talking fine cuisine here. Just something that feeds the belly.
For an interesting bit on this read Redmond Ohanlon's In Trouble Again, about his journey to visit to Borneo and the Yanomami tribe, reputedly the most violent people on earth. Specifically the part about monkey stew.

P.S. I didn't mean to go all serious, clearly I need tea. Writing food is so fun I don't really care too much about the quibbling. If figure it works if the reader gets hungry, or disgusted, or moved in some way or another--that's what it's all about, right? Cue: Hokie Pokey...
What annoys me is how I always end up craving the food I read or watch someone eating. Especially when I end up craving stew or roasted meat, since I'm a vegetarian. And I always end up overeating when I'm reading something in which the characters spend a lot of time eating, because it's like my brain's version of a drinking game - every time the characters eat, so do I, even if I wind up covering a week's worth of narrative in one day of reading.

That's how I ended up with a whole canister of shortbread, btw - too many episodes of Miss Marple in a row. I don't actually like cookies much once I've come to my senses. That damn canister is going to last me for months.
oh, god, I get that too. Or when I'm writing somebody.

Chaz is DEADLY to my diet.