>>45053289>Mama mama, is it ready yet?>Patience little Peona, a good sauce takes time.>Stop bothering your mom while she cooks.>But daaaad, I'm hungry!Looks like dad has drawn the wrath of Peona, and Azulie can bring her attention back to the bubbling pot. A pioneer's life on the path isn't an easy one, but she's happy to help make a small part of it easier. The thick soranese meat sauce is coming to life, the cream Azulie just injected shifting its shade from a deep purple to a pale lilac. The acidic blue fruits they'd resupplied with at the fledging pekoran colony lacked the sweetness of the bright red tomatoes she was used to, but they brought those subtle flavors of sage and taragon everyone seemed to enjoy.
It was nice to get some fresh ingredients to work with.
Azulie lifted the hermetically sealed pot from the induction circle, looked at the delicious sauce one more time through the glass lid, and plugged the pot's side-port to the pasta extruder, which started sucking the warm sauce into its piping. Cooking in zero-G brought some difficulties, but with the right equipment it was really no problem. The requirement that no floating crumbs or droplets be created meant that all utensils had to be washed automatically, no washing up sinks to do, which was nice.
>Ahh the machine is spitting the spaghet! Look dad look!The azkian spaghetti extrusion always excited Peona. The tubular glutenous starwheat came out of the machine into a bag, each pasta filled with a core made with the fresh soranese sauce. Looked a bit like a hotdog machine. Azulia filled three smaller bags with her family's dinner, and sent the remaining stuffed spaghetti to a larger bag for a latter meal.
>Alright, Peona, Dad, dinner's ready! 