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<noinclude>This table is shared by both [[Serve up the (dish)|a branch in the Kitchen]] and [[Find a quiet corner to eat your (dish)|a card in the Hinterlands]]. | <noinclude>This table is shared by both [[Serve up the (dish)|a branch in the Kitchen]] and [[Find a quiet corner to eat your (dish)|a card in the Hinterlands]]. | ||
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− | | | + | |Sharply Flavoured Pickle, As Yet Unpoisoned |
− | | | + | |Sharply flavoured pickle of onion and other vegetables, suitable as a condiment in all sorts of applications. Its vinegary potency would hide almost any poison. |
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− | | | + | |Jet-Black Pickle Relish Dosed with Hillchanger Scorpion Venom |
− | | | + | |Bread. Boiled egg. And a deep brown, heavily spiced pickle relish, blackly gleaming with the most discriminating of poisons. |
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− | | | + | |7 |
− | | | + | |Envenomed Pickles Suspended in Venison Aspic, Dosed with Mr Spices' Private Drug |
− | | | + | |Artistically-arranged segments of bone, each filled with quivering gelatin encasing a treasure of Neathy pickles. |
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− | | | + | |An Enticing Fungal Pâté |
− | | | + | |Chopped mushroom in three kinds, mixed with venison marrow and pressed into a mould, then served with a garnish of boiled egg and something that looks a bit green. |
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− | | | + | |A Platter of Mixed Charcuterie |
− | | | + | |Chunky slices of cured sausage. Wafers of ham, from which almost all the tinny after-taste has been successfully abstracted. Rich potted marrow. |
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− | | | + | |25 |
− | | | + | |A Tower of Fungal Pâté Flambé |
− | | | + | |An architectural folly sculpted out of fungal pâté, encrusted with sautéd mushrooms, covered in absinthe and set alight. Purple-blue flames jump up from the edible bonfire, and hopefully not onto a tablecloth. |
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− | | | + | |50 |
− | | | + | |Vibrantly Peppery Fish Broth |
− | | | + | |A deep-hued peppery fish broth studded with fresh (not canned!) peppercaps. A dish to warm the ribcage from the inside. |
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− | | | + | |53 |
− | | | + | |Caducean Zzoup, with Gunpowder and Sickly Rose |
− | | | + | |A furious Zzoup that resents the time the Devils wandered in Parabola, and resents Hell, and resents the Brass Embassy. Every bite explodes with concentrated fury. |
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− | | | + | |55 |
− | | | + | |Shark Bouillabaisse with Croutons |
− | | | + | |Hot enough to scar, with a faint resinous aftertaste; garnished with teeth. |
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− | | | + | |57 |
− | | | + | |Culinary Tribute to the Sea of Spines |
− | | | + | |Salty and savoury, it tastes of things that were good for you when you were a far simpler creature. |
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− | | | + | |100 |
− | | | + | |Dark-Dewed Cherry Liqueur |
− | | | + | |A shade lighter than port, smelling of the Elder Continent, served in a thistle-shaped glass. |
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− | | | + | |103 |
− | | | + | |Sparkling Solacefruit Royale |
− | | | + | |Deep pinkish-red, swiftly bubbling. In a glass, it sounds like distant laughter. It dispels fear and anaesthetises before a change. |
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− | | | + | |105 |
− | | | + | |Solacefruit Champagne Sorbet |
− | | | + | |Deep pinkish-red, swiftly bubbling. In a glass, it sounds like distant laughter. It dispels fear and anaesthetises before a change. |
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− | | | + | |200 |
− | | | + | |Self-Reflective Tapenade of Parabolan Orange-Apple |
− | | | + | |A chunky relish of chopped fruit and Concentrate of Self. It would pair well with meat or fungus; it will inevitably call you to mind. Unwise to serve to ex-lovers. |
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− | | | + | |203 |
− | } | + | |Sour Pickle of Parabolan Orange-Apple and Vinegar |
+ | |Sour and spice-brown, but with segments of orange-apple still clearly distinct in the mixture. It is a very strong and self-assured flavour. | ||
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+ | |206 | ||
+ | |Orange-Apple Jam spiked with Muscaria Brandy | ||
+ | |Almost black in colour, tasting like a flash of spice and then a numbing absence. You have trained yourself sufficiently to eat it without danger. Someone else would find the preparation fatal. | ||
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+ | |209 | ||
+ | |Marmalade of Parabolan Orange-Apple, Honey, and Roseate Attar | ||
+ | |A perfumed composition that speaks of pale orange evenings and a palm fronds. Best served in cosmogone lamp-light. | ||
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+ | |300 | ||
+ | |Curatorial Cocktail | ||
+ | |It is sweet and sour, with a spike of overwhelming bitterness that comes up about half a second through tasting, and does not linger. They will never truly appreciate this. | ||
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+ | |400 | ||
+ | |Parabolan Taper-nut Cake | ||
+ | |A round yellow cake made for one, filled with candied taper-nut paste and decorated with hatched white icing. A treat, neither decadent nor dainty. | ||
+ | |} | ||
+ | <noinclude>[[Category:Tables]]</noinclude> |