Hannibal's house, Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

So, Hannibal had half as many children himself this weekend as he had last time, but that hadn't made it any less hectic or full of cooking. And he wouldn't even pretend that he minded. At least this time he had his own kitchen.

So, he was up early again today, getting started on breakfast for the crowd. He was one carafe of coffee and a set of recipe cards into it when Angela stumbled down, yawning, and grinned at him. "I thought I could sous-chef again, if you like." She kissed his cheek.

Hannibal smiled back. "That would be lovely; thank you. What do you think?" He fanned the recipe cards out for her to see.

"I like it," she decided. "I'll start cutting."

Breakfast menu:
Crepes with honeyed oranges
Apple, brie, and prosciutto crepes
Crepes with pears, gouda, and fresh thyme
Leek, apple, fennel sausage, and goat cheese crepes
Peanut butter and jam crepes (Shush, there were bound to be young ones around.)
Maple-espresso bacon
Blood pudding
Creamy French scrambled eggs
Pancetta and gruyere strata
Fresh orange juice
Organic milk
An assortment of teas
As much coffee as Hannibal can possibly brew

Comments

Re: Before breakfast!

[sharp_as_knives]

"I would give it to Joni, but there's the lack of opposable thumbs to contend with," Hannibal said, "so he does it on her behalf."

Re: Before breakfast!

[glacial_queen]

"Joni is never any trouble," Karla said, defending the kitten staunchly. "She's tiny and perfect and so there."

Re: Before breakfast!

[sharp_as_knives]

"Beethoven would beg to differ," Hannibal said, shaking his head.

Re: Before breakfast!

[glacial_queen]

"Beethoven's an old grouch," Karla declared. She hadn't been able to make friends with him yet, even after attempts at bribery, so clearly he had no emotions. "And just jealous of how adorable Joni is."

Re: Before breakfast!

[sharp_as_knives]

"Actually I think he prefers his ears to remain unchewed," Hannibal said. "But yes, he is an old grouch."

Re: Before breakfast!

[glacial_queen]

"Pffft," Karla said, waving her hand. Fortunately, it was not the one currently holding cutlery to lay on the table. "Everyone knows that's what ears are for. It's a sign of love and affection."