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galina · 7 months
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Some things we're picking up and putting down a lot lately
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geminiscene · 9 months
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marco pierre white, 1990.
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vinosities · 3 months
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"Having stepped away from the stove, my understanding of food is far greater. It sounds odd, but when you've been engrossed in cooking, you become, to a certain extent, lost in what you're doing. Seventeen or eighteen hours a day in the kitchen not only stunts your growth socially; it can also stunt your growth in cooking terms. You become blinded. You are just working, working, working. Routine. Standards, standards, standards. Now that I'm no longer under that pressure, I find I can look at a dish, mentally dissect it and see a way of improving it far better than I could then. I can sit down and work things out more easily. I reflect well and am better at simplifying, working out concepts and understanding food.
A young chef has a habit of overworking things and it takes great confidence to believe in your produce and yourself. I have discovered that I didn't need to put that much effort in. For instance, in the old days I would have put a huge amount of effort into designing a Dover sole dish, but now that I'm out of the kitchen, I know that it should be served plain and simple, with only a little bit of lemon juice and perhaps a splash of olive oil. Delicious. I no longer want complicated food. If I decided to cook again tomorrow, I would do uncomplicated dishes. My menu would contain things I like to eat, and if that's whelks with a bit of malt vinegar and white pepper, then that's what I'd do. It might be fresh crab, seasoned nicely, with a bit of olive oil and some hot toast. Or red mullet with sauce vierge—olive oil, lemongrass seeds, tomatoes and basil. {...} The problem with a lot of chefs today is that they don't have a classical foundation. If food is that good, you don't have to do that much to it."
— Marco Pierre White, The Devil in the Kitchen
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davidhudson · 4 months
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It’s on.
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lutiaslayton · 6 months
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Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva
PART 11
〚FIRST〛〚PREV〛〚NEXT〛
Disclaimer: This is a fan-translation for the Japan-exclusive novellisation of the movie Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva. The original novel was written by Aya Matsui under the supervision of Akihiro Hino, and belongs to Level-5.
This translation only aims to be a pleasant read for non-Japanese fans, nothing more: I made a few deliberate changes while translating in order to get the writing style closer to what is usually found in English fanfictions, as the Japanese storytelling can sometimes be different than what we are used to.
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* The Island of Ambrosia
How long had we been on the lifeboat?
It felt like such a long time that I began to wonder if the explosion on the Crown Petone had even occurred.
Was it real? Or had it been a dream that all twelve of us here had seen at the same time?
There were only twelve of us left. First there were me, the professor, Janice, Mr Whistler, the seven-year-old Melina, Amelie, who was said to be a British chess champion as well as a high school student, and Mr Brock with his iconic backpack…
And then, there were the people who had taken the other lifeboat: the former captain O’Donnell; Mr Bargland, who looked in such good health, it was hard to believe that he only had six months left to live; there was the gorgeous Mrs Raidley, and another woman, Miss Annie Dretche, who wrote mystery novels…
And finally, believe it or not, there was Mr Starbuck, the former footballer from the national team who was known as the ‘Legendary Left Leg.’ Any member of the national team was a star among stars in the whole United Kingdom, but Mr Starbuck could not bear talking, or even hearing about his past carreer.
Annie secretly told me why: his ‘Legendary Left Leg’ was tattered with scars from the surgery he had received after an injury… and because of it, he could no longer play football. He had an unwavering determination to play football once more, and this was why he was trying to obtain eternal life.
I had woken up in the lifeboat during the early hours of dawn, and Annie, riding on the other lifeboat next to ours, had been the only other person awake. With nothing better to do, we had spent the time chatting.
By that point, the boats had slowed down, and were now leisurely headed towards the island that had appeared in the distance.
I was hungry and thirsty, but still had enough energy left to talk. So Annie also told me this: Mr Bargland was the president of a giant trading company, the ‘World Fleet’ corporation, and Mrs Raidley was the widow of a billionaire as well as a queen of high society. This lady had said that she was participating in this puzzle-solving game for the sake of making her beauty shine forever…
“I am quite partial to gossip magazines,” Annie concluded, winking at me with a mischievous smile.
Annie herself was a mystery writer, and fairly well-known in the United Kingdom; even I knew that any mystery written by Annie Dretche would always be number one in the sales charts upon release. My mum was a big fan of her works.
“Annie, the first film I ever watched was ‘Murder on the Thames.’ I saw it with my mum in a small cinema in Misthallery.”
I had been kept on the edge of my seat from start to finish, wondering how the protagonist would be able to solve the perfect crime in the River Thames. When I told her, she flashed a very happy smile.
“I think it’s a pretty good mystery, if I do say so myself.”
But then she fell silent. She looked in the distance and murmured:
“Luke, if I could have eternal life, what do you think I would do?”
“Huh? Um, I don’t know…”
It did not immediately occur to me.
“I am going to keep writing masterful mysteries, forever. I believe I can.”
As she said this, her eyes were sparkling against the horizon. I wondered… How old was she?
Definitely younger than Captain O’Donnell. About as old as Mr Bargland and Mr Whistler…
And yet, I thought that in this very moment… she was thinking about death.
Maybe she had too much talent, and not enough time, to live a normal life. There were so many different reasons for people to wish for eternal life…
With this in mind, I too continued to stare silently at the horizon.
We arrived on the island together.
Mr Bargland looked around cautiously. “What on Earth is this island…”
“At first glance, it seems to be uninhabited…” Captain O’Donnell mused.
At that moment, Mr Brock began to dash off. As he was running, he was muttering in excitement:
“Impossible! Could it be? Finally…?”
At the end of his course, he hugged a rock and exclaimed:
“There’s no doubt about it… This is Ambrosia!”
Ambrosia!? I was not the only one to be astonished.
“Ambrosia, you say?”
“Or should I say, this is where Ambrosia used to be…”
For the very first time since I met him, Mr Brock lowered his backpack and pulled something out of it with great care. It was a scrapbook, and it seemed to be an extremely important one to him.
“This is a scrapbook dedicated to the immortal kingdom of Ambrosia, which I, Marco Brock, amateur historian, cobbled together in my spare time from work!”
“It’s so thick…”
“So you’re a History geek…”
Mr Starbuck and Mrs Raidley were both taken aback, but Mr Brock was so engrossed in turning the pages that he didn’t seem to have heard their voices at all. Instead, he soon took out a sheet of paper from one of the pages and aligned it close to the rock he was facing.
“Just look at this! It’s the same crest!”
He was holding a drawing of the incomplete coat of arms. And indeed, there was something carved into the rock that seemed to have the same symbols.
The professor walked up to him and gazed at the crest.
“Indeed, this looks like the coat of arms of Ambrosia. I have seen it before in Dr Schrader’s study.”
Mr Brock’s voice was trembling with excitement and emotion.
“See? It’s here! I finally got my wish!”
Captain O’Donnell was also deeply moved. He looked around the island once more, this time with a completely new expression.
“I never thought I would be able to set foot here in my lifetime… But I see now. This is Ambrosia…”
Mr Bargland’s eyes squinted… then sparkled.
“So the elixir of immortality is hidden somewhere on this island?”
At these words, everybody came still, as if frozen in place. After all, they had just realised… This had been our intended destination all along.
It was then that Mrs Raidley’s voice rang out. “Wait, look over there!”
I followed her gaze, and saw that a table was set up under a tree on the beach. Food and drinks were laid out, ready for a meal.
“Food…”
“And wine, too…”
Mr Starbuck and Mrs Raidley both voiced their excitement, walking up to the table. We all followed suit.
A message written on a small card that had been placed between the rows of treats caught my eye.
“To all participants in the game…” I read out loud.
“Thank goodness… I was so thirsty.”
“Is this a reward for solving those puzzles?”
Everyone competed for a chair, rushing to eat. Ms Bargland was the first to pick up the wine, and he eagerly began to pour it into a glass.
“Or perhaps… Could this be a new puzzle?”
At Amelia’s words, everybody stopped their hands. Mr Bargland’s wine gurgled and overflowed from his glass.
But then, Melina reached for a plate of fruit and… began to eat, carefree. I had never seen this type of fruit before, I wondered if it could be native to this island… Regardless, that was what she was eating. I couldn’t take it any longer…
“…Well, who cares, I’m eating!”
We all took Mr Bargland’s words as permission to eat. We were simply too hungry.
They say that hunger makes the greatest kind of seasoning, and indeed, never had I ever had such a delicious meal.
“Oh, it’s so good!”
“Really…”
Janice smiled, as she tasted the same fruit that Melina had picked earlier. The professor too closed his eyes when I grabbed a handful of food. Usually, he would casually say something like, “A gentleman should always watch his manners, Luke.” But it seemed like today, he would let it slide.
After the meal, I went on a stroll along the beach. My stomach was full, I was happy, and I just… well, I kind of wanted to be alone, away from everyone.
I found many beautiful shells on the beach. And there was no one to pick them up, on this desert island… Well, I could afford to keep one or two.
I could hear Janice’s voice in the distance. She was enjoying a chat with the professor.
“This all feels like a dream… The game, this island… and eating outside like this, with the great Professor Layton, looking at the sea side by side…”
“The part about eating outside… would be quite normal for the archaeological survey class.” Somehow, it sounded like the professor had been saying this as if he were actually asking a question.
“Ruins and beaches are two different things,” Janice replied with a shrug. “But I suppose that ruins are more romantic to you.”
This reminded me of the fact that she used to take classes with him when she was a student. That was years before I met him… She probably had many memories of her school days that she remembered fondly. She probably missed those times by his side.
This suddenly made me feel… very lonely.
I decided to walk away so I wouldn’t hear their conversation anymore. Melina was picking up shellfish too, just a bit further. When looking at her like this, she seemed to be even younger than just seven years old. Did this child really say that she had eternal life…?
I walked up to her and tried to offer the shell I had picked up earlier, but she wouldn’t even look at me.
I pressed the shell to my ear and crouched down beside her, before saying:
“If you do this, you can hear the sound of the waves.”
Melina remained silent.
“Well, that’s what I’ve been told, but… I was never able to hear them properly.” This was an honest confession.
“…I hear them,” she muttered.
Her words surprised me. “Really?”
She brought a shell to her ear and began to sing.
Hm-hm-hm-hm… Hm-hm-hm-hm… Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm…
The melody was somewhat melancholic, but very beautiful.
I sighed. “That’s a pretty song.”
“…The sea taught me.”
“The sea?”
Did she really hear the song just now, coming out of the shell?
I was about to ask, but the howling of a beast was heard from somewhere.
I looked around in all directions with a start. Just this instant, this had been the sound of a ferocious, cruel… yes. The voice of a wolf.
“Did you just hear…?”
When I turned my head back to her, Melina was gone. I looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen.
I ran up to Mr Whistler, shouting in panic: “Mr Whistler, Melina’s disappeared! She was right here a second ago…”
He did not bat an eye. “She must have gone off to play elsewhere.”
‘Elsewhere’…? He was so careless!
“What is that look for? She will come back.”
I wanted to object, but suddenly… I heard that voice again.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your little break is about to end.”
At the same time, a pack of wolves darted out of the bushes behind me.
“P-Professor! Wolves!”
Mrs Raidley screamed. When the man’s voice rang out again, it was as if he could see how upset and scared we were; and it was tinged with a sinister laugh.
“Now, shall you all be the wolves’ dessert next?”
“R-r-run!”
Everyone else ran as fast as they could, and they did not need Captain O’Donnell to do it. But I stayed behind. The wolves growled and slowly came closer, and closer…
That was when I was struck by a flash of inspiration. If I could try talking to them… I could talk to animals, after all.
People would sometimes ask me how I could have this ‘magical power,’ as they say… but I have been able to talk naturally with the neighbourhood dogs and cats for as long as I can remember. So when they would ask me how… I don’t really know myself. I will simply talk to them when I need to, because I can.
And in that moment, I really needed to.
I jumped in front of the wolves to protect Janice, and started talking to them.
“Grr… Gruh! Garuh! Grruh…”
In proper English… “We’re not doing anything hurtful!”
The wolves replied…
“Gahooo…”
What? Funny?
I had no idea what they were talking about. Usually, I would know for sure…?
“Professor, this isn’t right! They don’t understand me!”
“Someone must be manipulating them.”
As he said this, the professor threw sand at the wolf that tried to attack him. This scared off the pack for a small moment.
“Janice, Luke, we have to go!”
All three of us set off at full speed towards the forest, catching up with the others.
“I, I can’t, run anymore…!”
Annie sounded like she was in pain.
“…Yet you’re running anyway,” Mr Bargland huffed with disdain. “You’re stubborn, old lady.”
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simysimysimy · 7 months
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f1tfballetc · 6 months
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Oh yeah, "thirst traps" photos of F1 drivers, tennis players and footballers are for you to increase your blush. Have a wonderful weekend! 😉❤️🔥
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spooky-spudz93 · 26 days
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*Really REALLY old TR villain fanart, a thread. Enjoy*
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(Please excuse the old watermark on this one, I was on here once upon a time, under a different name, obvs)
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There were more I did, but the original files have been lost.
As you may have noticed, there's a lot of Willard here. There's a reason for that lol.
Apologies for the long post haha
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max-e-doodle · 10 months
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Marco Pierre White.
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monikita · 2 months
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Marco Pierre White, British Chef
Cookbook White Heat, photos by Bob Carlos Clarke
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jooliahn · 1 year
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thepavementsings · 2 months
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Just saw a list of Moto GP riders and gun to my head I couldn’t tell u which one is Cele
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vinosities · 5 months
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Marco Pierre White "White Heat" ©️ Bob Carlos Clarke
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scariercnidaria · 4 months
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meta-holott · 1 year
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1978 Philippines, Manila, Tondo, April 7th, Ferdinand Marcos Reelection, Martial Law.
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cumdinewitmoi · 1 year
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