{"sf1_id":1441494,"sf2_id":"pnGG5V2n","title":"Cooking By The Book","author":"STRONG","words":1557,"posted_at":"2019-04-24T02:37:02.000Z","tags":["Cooking","Greentext","Human","Interspecies","Love","M/F","SFW","Second Person","Serval"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1441494-cooking-by-the-book","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGG5V2n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c9/4a/c94ab4cd-3c16-4e0e-8fd5-d323810e2a80","description":"This is just a silly short story of a Serval Waifur who loves to cook but just can't because of her derpiness  \nother short stories will appear with her involving her kitchen antics  \n  \n  \nEnjoy!","content":"\\\u003eHouses lazily pass by as you carefully drive through your neighborhood.\n\n\\\u003eLittle kids and cubs run around on the sidewalks, on the front yards or your neighbors who are standing outside watching them.\n\n\\\u003eYou wave to a few of the friendlier neighbors and then pull into your driveway.\n\n\\\u003eClicking the remote on your garage door, you're a bit surprised to see a car already parked in there.\n\n\\\u003eDalia must have gotten off work early.\n\n\\\u003eAnd she took your usual spot.\n\n\\\u003eShe is a lawyer with the BHA and if she has no cases she sometimes gets off.\n\n\\\u003eYou smile as you get out of your car and walk through the garage, closing the door as you enter your house.\n\n\\\u003eA cheerful tune fills the air and you hear happy chirping going along with the rhythm.\n\n\\\u003eShe must be in a good mood to be chirping so much.\n\n\\\u003eHowever as you walk through the hallway, one thing stops you dead in your tracks.\n\n\\\u003eThe smoke detectors battery has been removed\n\n\\\u003eThat can only mean one thing...\n\n\\\u003eShe decided to try cooking.\n\n\\\u003eAgain.\n\n\\\u003eYou rush to the kitchen and find Dalia, a slender Serval Anthro wearing jeans, a white shirt and an apron, happily slapping small crabs with a large wooden spoon.\n\n\\\u003eIt looks like she tried to fry a dozen small live crabs in a frying pan, only to have them crawl out of the pan.\n\n\\\u003eSo she is slapping them back in with the wooden spoon, chirping happily all the while.\n\n\\\u003eYou stare dumbfounded for a moment before moving quickly to grab a lid and place it over the pan right as Dalia slaps the last crab back into it.\n\n\\\u003eDalia is actually a great cook, the only problem is she's a little....derpy in the kitchen.\n\n\\\u003eOne time she tried to make fondue with a chocolate bar, but just set the chocolate in the pan.\n\n\\\u003eIt just burned and stuck to the bottom of the pan, and you had to get rid of the pan all together.\n\n\\\u003eAnother time she tried to make a pizza, but left it on the cutting board when she put it in the oven.\n\n\\\u003eThat one was fun to clean up.\n\n\\\u003e\"Honey! I didn’t hear you come home!\" Dalia happily chirps, dropping the spoon then wrapping her arms around your neck.\n\n\\\u003eShe gives you a quick kiss and smiles.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm making dinner tonight! You usually do so I wanna give you a break\" she says happily as she breaks away from you to tend to a boiling pot.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh huh... What are you making love?\" you ask tepidly, peering over her shoulder.\n\n\\\u003e\"Soft shell crab Udon! My coworker, Ginger the momonga anthro, gave me a recipe and I just HAD to try it\" she responds, stirring a pot of what you assume is broth.\n\n\\\u003eYou peer around the kitchen and see various food stuffs.\n\n\\\u003eEggs, green onions, those little things with the swirls that one would see in ramen bowls.\n\n\\\u003eWhat were those called again? Narutomaki?\n\n\\\u003eWhatever.\n\n\\\u003eBut you don’t see any cook book or see her checking her phone on how to make this meal.\n\n\\\u003e\"Dalia darling, where's the recipe?\" you ask as you begin poking around the kitchen, noting a few bottles knocked over (Probably from her tail).\n\n\\\u003eDalia’s ears perk and her tail poofs a bit as one of the crabs in the pan pop as she looks around the room questioningly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Its uhhhhh... Over there!\" she responds cheerfully, pointing with her spoon.\n\n\\\u003eYou look to where the utensil is pointing and see a piece of paper half submerged in a puddle of soy sauce.\n\n\\\u003eGingerly you pick up the paper and give her your best \"really?\" face.\n\n\\\u003eShe just smiles, showing her long fangs and goes back to cooking.\n\n\\\u003eSighing, you pick up the sauce soaked paper, looking at the barely legible handwriting.\n\n\\\u003eThe whole piece of paper is stained dark brown, but still probably salvageable.\n\n\\\u003eMaybe.\n\n\\\u003eYou grab a handful of paper towels and lay them flat on a clear part of the counter, then place the recipe on them.\n\n\\\u003eGently you fold a few paper towels over the recipe and then press down, feeling the soy sauce soak into the paper towels and in-between your fingers.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a few moments, you lift your hand slowly from the recipe, checking to make sure it’s still intact.\n\n\\\u003eSuccess!\n\n\\\u003eThe paper has most of the brown liquid drained from it, but is still a bit soggy.\n\n\\\u003eThat isn’t important though because the recipe is still legible.\n\n\\\u003eas you scan the directions, you hear your wife moving around busily, hopefully following the directions.\n\n\\\u003e\"YA!\" you hear from Dalia as you read the instruction \"Put the udon noodles into boiling water\"\n\n\\\u003e\"YEET!\"\n\n\\\u003eAn almost explosion of hot water cascades around the kitchen as Dalia slam dunks a package of noodles into a pot of hot water.\n\n\\\u003eFor fucks sake, you told her slang is NOT to be used in cooking, and you don't even know where she learned that.\n\n\\\u003ePlus you're sure she doesn't even know what that means.\n\n\\\u003eYou sigh, and smile at Dalia; who is happily tending to the noodles in the pot.\n\n\\\u003eThe water on the floor to her is just a normal occurrence at this point.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright then, how can I help\" you ask, trying hard not to deflate Dalia's happiness.\n\n\\\u003eDalia's ears twitch and her tail poofs slightly as she looks around the mess what was once your kitchen.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uhhhh...Watch the crabs! They are soft shelled!\" she chirps hesitantly, pointing at the pan of small crabs with her spoon.\n\n\\\u003eYou nod and get a pot holder, then stand by the pan.\n\n\\\u003eFrom the sound of it, the crabs have been thoroughly cooked.\n\n\\\u003eYou lift the lid off the pan and look in to check the progress.\n\n\\\u003eLuckily (Unluckily for them), no crabs have survived and are now fried in sesame oil.\n\n\\\u003eIt honestly smells delicious, and you're quick to remove the fried crustacean from the heat in fear of overcooking them.\n\n\\\u003eDalia is stirring the noodles merrily, still chirping along to the beat of a song on the radio you don't know.\n\n\\\u003eYou watch her calmly, her tail wiggling side to side with the music, her cheerful chirping.\n\n\\\u003eIn that moment you know for sure that despite her...interesting cooking attempts; you love her through and through.\n\n\\\u003eHow could you not fall in love with this woman?\n\n\\\u003eSure she makes mistakes, but she is only human...Err...an Anthro.\n\n\\\u003eWhatever.\n\n\\\u003eShe does her best to make you happy and that’s what matters.\n\n\\\u003eYou monitor her as she prepares the rest of the meal.\n\n\\\u003eAlthough you do stealthily check under the sink to see if the fire extinguisher you bought is there.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eShe doesn't consult the recipe at all, and occasionally you have to remind her of the steps for what ingredient goes in when, but all in all she makes the meal.\n\n\\\u003eAlthough she said she was cooking to give you a \"break\", this was more stressful than just cooking yourself.\n\n\\\u003eAgain, you do appreciate her trying, but it was like trying to a toddler from touching the stove over and over.\n\n\\\u003eYou assist her in chopping the soft shell crab legs; and directing them into the broth of noodles, fishcakes and noodles.\n\n\\\u003eHer smile is what makes all this worth it.\n\n\\\u003eAs she (and you) put the finishing touches on the meal; she has a huge happy and proud smile.\n\n\\\u003eShe made something new for you both, and even IF you had to watch over her; it was another good bonding experience.\n\n\\\u003e\"Bon app-a-tit!\" she says merrily as she presents you with a bowl of delicious smelling udon, complete with the soft shell crab legs and fish cakes.\n\n\\\u003eYou take the bowl and don’t bother correcting her wording as you take the bowl to the kitchen table, then wait for her to join you.\n\n\\\u003eShe fills a bowl for herself and sits next to you, beaming at you as you try the meal she made.\n\n\\\u003eA quick sip of the broth tells you she made another masterpiece; albeit with SOME mistakes.\n\n\\\u003e\"Good?\" she asks apprehensively.\n\n\\\u003eYou spoon a mouthful of broth and noodles into your maw for an answer, then nod with a few crab legs sticking out from between your lips.\n\n\\\u003eDalia giggles at this display, then digs in herself; occasionally letting out a happy chirp.\n\n\\\u003eLuckily this meal turned out good, but there are still all the other times things went horribly wrong.\n\n\\\u003eBut those don't matter as you loudly slurp up a long udon noodle and stare at Dalia while you do.\n\n\\\u003eShe gives a happy chirp and swats you with her paw playfully.\n\n\\\u003e\"Table manners!\" She says through a mouthful of food, which makes her giggle.\n\n\\\u003eYou swallow your food and give her a loving smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"Love you Dalia, thanks for the meal\" you say, wholeheartedly meaning it.\n\n\\\u003eShe gives you a smile that could light up a dark night, one that confirms why you married her.\n\n\\\u003e\"Love you too! You get dishes still though!\" she chirps, pointing into the kitchen.\n\n\\\u003eYour heart sinks as you think back to the messy kitchen...\n\n\\\u003eThis is why you normally cook.\n\n\\\u003e\"Fine, but you're mine later\" you respond, reaching under the table and squeezing her thigh.\n\n\\\u003eShe jumps slightly, then lets out a long seductive purr.\n\n\\\u003e\"Deal\""}