29 Elyn Bitterswee (2/2)
He grabs a nearby stool from one of the walls and puts it next to the counter, offering to help me up on it.
After I'm seated he puts out a few different ingredients, different leaves and seeds and a few small hand sized ingredients like fruits on the table.
He waves his hand over the ingredients as if letting me pick. I reach out a hand towards some of the round white seeds while looking at him, he somehow makes his smile larger while gently nodding.
On closer inspection they seem to be like white coloured peas, the man grabs a small handful from a nearby basket and throws them into a small bowl which he begins stabbing at with a stone club. After a few minutes he gets a small plate and pours the dust onto the plate. The smell reminding me of the food I ate from that street cart days ago.
Remembering this I reach out towards the eggs grabbing a few and start trying to smell for some of the herbs I tasted when I had the snack. The man, probably realising what I was looking for, brought over a larger basket filled with a single type of plant. It smells differently to the one I remember so I shrug.
The man decides to start boiling a few eggs, using a bowl which he places on the stove to boil them he then gets a few more of the white peas and starts grounding them down before moving onto the herb and cutting it into small bits unlike the food from the street stall I had before where it was roughly cut.
After he is done preparing the spices he pulls out the eggs before peeling them quickly and coating them in the herbs lightly. The ball of light green spices covering the egg looks a lot more pretty than the ones the street stall were selling, it even looks round without little leaves sticking out which I thought looked cute.
After a moment of cooling down, he offers the three he prepared to me on one of the nearby plates he found. I pick one up with both hands to bite down on it.
I can taste the herb he put in and it mixes well with the slight burning of the pepper, it tastes almost like the dill Emmie brought in once only less bitter instead of the spice that the street stall used. The egg itself has a sweet flavour to it and the inside isn't dry like Emmie always makes. Without noticing at first the man has also brought over a cup of water and placed it near for if I want a drink.
After enjoying a snack Emmie would usually scold me for. I decide to thank the man even if he can't understand and he nods in reply.
Emmie is usually against snacks outside of meals but I'm sure he won't mind this once if I don't tell him.
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Now I'm thinking of Emmie though, he told me to stay with the woman who I haven't seen since yesterday, I should go find her.