INGREDIENTS:
1 penca de bacallà dessalat
1 sípia trossejada
4 calamars petits tallats a rodanxes
12 gambetes fresques vermelles
3 carxofes
1 pot de tomàquet triturat
1 ceba i mitja
Mig pebrot vermell
3 pebrots verds italians
8 grans d’all
Caldo o pastilla de caldo de peix
1 grapat de petxines del Delta de l’Ebre
Oli
Sal
400 gr d’arròs
PREPARACIÓ:
En una pella (de les de paella), posar-hi oli i…
Ingredients:
una sípia mitjaneta
vuit cues de gamba congelada (o fresca!)
160 grams d´arròs bomba del Delta de l´Ebre
Faves (a la recepta original no es va incloure aquest ingredient a la llista. Jo hi vaig posar 150 grams més o menys)
330 ml de brou de peix
una ceba vermella
sal
pebre
oli d´oliva extra verge
Preparació:
Començarem fent un sofregit de ceba, ben petita, i ben sofregida. Uns…
Ingredients: (3 persones)
½ ceba picada
1 gra d’all picat
1 carbassó petit tallat a daus
1 albergínia petita tallada a daus
150 g de bolets de temporada o xampinyons nets i tallats
300 ml de brou de pollastre o aigua
150 g d’arròs
Preparació:
Posem en una paella amb oli, l’all i la ceba.
Quan estiguin transparents afegim els bolets i tot seguit l’albergínia i el carbassó.
Quan estiguin cuits…
Ingredients: (per a 4 persones)
1 porro
1 manat d’alls tendres
½ kg d’espinacs frescos
2 pastanagues grans
1 lt de brou de verdures sinó en teniu aigua
4 tasses d’arròs
Elaboració:
Piqueu els alls tendres, el porro i la pastanaga, i sofregiu-los en una paella amb oli d’oliva.
Quan estigui ben cuit afegiu la sal, i una mica de pebre (al vostre gust).
Tot seguit poseu-hi els espinacs crus, i…
INGREDIENTS:
1 gotet d’arròs llarg aromàtic (basmati, etc.)
200 g de gírgoles
2 cebes tendres
2 cullerades d’oli d’oliva de Beneixama
Tonyina de pot
Sal
Barrejat d’espècies per a moldre (vitet (bitxo), pebre negre, gingebre, coriandre, alfàbega, all sec)
PREPARACIÓ:
Tallem les gírgoles a trossets menudets i les reservem. Fem el mateix amb les cebes tendres.
En una paella posem les dues…
who: @arr0s
where: The Lostlands/Wastelands
when: One of the first nights of the Torsten’s The Path of the Sword personal quest
notes: let me know if you need any tweaks!
The journey through the Lostlands and Wastelands were as grueling as Freydis remembered them. This time, they had the benefit of preparation, of basic necessities like water, rations, and camp supplies. She wasn’t sure if it was the memories if what they had once endured in this region or just a hard day’s work that seemed to cause her feet to drag as the first pastel vestiges of sunset tinged the sky a pinkish orange. Within an hour, the sun was down, and a fire was built. Freydis didn’t mind cooking for the night as others pitched in by completing other tasks. When she saw Arros passing, she waved her over. “Just when I was beginning to worry the sands of Ankhuria had swallowed you whole, here you are again,” Freydis called out to her before motioning an invitation for Arros to join her. There hadn’t been much time for talking up to this point, but she figured she would take advantage of the rest period. “It’s been too long since we ventured out together, although if someone had told me we’d end up back here together I don’t know if I would have believed them.”
@arr0s
location: Mercury’s Bazaar probably, Eterna
notes: Progress Day vibes, he don’t know what’s going on
There was always more going on than Torsten cared to entertain. He’d recovered physically from the wounds he’d sustained a little over a month ago, but the echo of his failure still settled in his bones. Arros, of all people, was perhaps the last face he’d expected to see in Eterna. Torsten, it seemed, had become all too comfortable with the notion that there were simply people he’d never seen again. Grateful as he was the Queendom had offered Iskarans refuge, ducked below some extravagant display of magic and some entertainer sending whirring, mechanical doves fluttering from his hat, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was where all witchers had come to die.
“Back from the dead,” Torsten commented, aiming to get Arros’ attention. “again.”
Who: @arr0s
Where: The streets where celebration is
When: Progress Day Celebration (Days 1 or 2)
Notes: Let me know if you need any changes!
The crowds the Progress Day festivities drew in further attracted opportunists. Some were thieves, others pickpockets, and others yet trying to make an honest (or dishonest) copper. Of course, there were the formal exhibitions and the booths stocked to the brim with finery that merchants and traders had held onto for the last year to showcase at this most important event. Surely Talisa would comb through the wares on display to add to her horde. If she was feeling charitable enough, she might even select something as a gift for Fyren to try to lift his spirits regarding the fate of Falon’Din. But for now? For now she was far more interested in the street performers and those who set up shop to peddle some sort of service instead.
The first of these smaller, service based vendors the Steel simply could not resist was a palmist. The mysticism and drama around a palm reading was the type of indulgent, preternatural activity that Talisa thought to be a lark. Of course, there was no way to intuit whether or not the palmist stationed in the shadows between the city’s structures was worth their salt without the risk of paying a few coins to a potential crook. But Talisa did also value a second opinion to help cement her opinion of whether or not the reading was genuine. She glanced at the person next to her clad in some armor she had seen around several times and likely wouldn’t have recognized if she wasn’t already familiar with the Legionnaire Hakon. “You wouldn’t happen to have any interest in finding out if that palmist is veritable, would you?” she asked the woman beside her. She lifted a hand, two glimmering gold coins affixed between her thin fingers rather than just one. “I’d be happy to pay in exchange for your judgement on their authenticity. It will be fun.”
Ingredients:
6 carxofes,
1 litre o litre i mig de brou de verdures (o aigua)
50 gr de parmesà ratllat,
2 rovells d´ou,
1 ceba
100 gr d´arròs blanc
Preparació:
Pelem les carxofes i les tallem a quarts. Les reservem amb una solució d´aigua i farina.
Posem aigua a bullir amb una fulla de llorer i un gra d´all.
Tan bon punt l´aigua bulli hi tirem l´arròs. La quantitat que he posat és totalment…
Ingredients (4p):
1 kg. calamars grossos
1 cabeça d’alls
250 gr. de xampinyons
1 manat d’alls tendres molt frescos
2 cebes tendres molt fresques
5 o 6 c/s de tomàquet fregit
2 c/p sambal oelek (pasta de pebrot vermell picant)
2 c/p de Maizena disolta en 100 ml. d’aigua (opcional)
oli d’oliva
Arrós bullit per acompanyar
Elaboració:
Es netegen els calamars, separant les potes del cos. Se li fa…
Ingredients:
200 gr de llenties pardines,
½ kilo de cebes,
150 gr d´arròs basmati
tres cullerades de farina,
oli d´oliva,
1 culleradeta de llavors de comí
1 cullerada de llavors de cilantre
1 culleradeta de curcuma
una de canyella en pols,
una de pebre de Jamaica,
sal
pebre
Preparació:
Posem a coure les llenties amb aigua del temps partint de zero, baja, que no esperem a que bulli per…
Ingredients:
400 g d’arròs
½ conill
60 g de llard
60 g de cansalada
2 carxofes
4 grans d’all
1 llimona
brou
4 ous
30 g de formatge curat sec
1 branca de canyella
1 branqueta d’herbes,
orenga
Oli,
sal,
pebre
PREPARACIÓ:
Trossejar el conill i ruixar-lo amb llimona.
En una cassola amb una mica d’oli i la meitat del llard daurar el conill i la cansalada trossejada.
Afegir la canyella, el pom…
Ingredients: (per a 4 persones)
1 Gra d’all
1 Ceba petita
100 gr. de cansalada viada
150 gr. de mongeta tendra (Perona millor)
2 pastanagues
1 branca d’api
1 porro
½ col riçada
100 gr. de pèsols
400 gr. de patates
100 gr. d’arros
150 gr. de mongetes blanques seques cuites
Julivert fresc
Alfàbrega
Parmesà rallat
Elaboració:
Tallar la panceta a tiras fines tot retirant la cotna i salpebrar-la.…
@arr0s
Location: The Camp
Notes: After she finishes surviving the Joining
“Skål.” He knew that’s what the people of Iskaldrik had said, and this witcher, the one who now joined their ranks, had managed perhaps the toughest part of her journey. Riandur and Vicoya had been the ones to watch over her, to give her the drink that would send her through the pain of the Joining. The Blight would’ve taken the witcher had they not found her, and now, Rian was here to press the difficult questions. “You understood what this meant when you joined us. They say our Legion Commander, Silas, was a Witcher, once. But your duty is to the blight. The king is no longer yours to bend the knee to.”
Who: @arr0s
Where: The Lostlands Encampment
When: Directly after the return of The Ones Taken & The Kings Road friends
Notes: Don’t feel like you need to match, some of this is setting context for where/when as you were snoozin’ sweetly when we got to this point in the campaign!
It had been a blissful pain to watch her two girls, Alessia and Luna, reunite with their kin after battle. She supposed that now that they were back to their rightful place with their people they no were longer hers; not as wards or as anything more. Truthfully, she realized now, they had never been in the first place. The success of seeing them through everything was a double-edged sword, primarily filling her with pride and relief. But still, she felt they’d been cleaved from her as cleanly and completely as the many, many children of her other life, of Tove’s life. The grief was all-encompassing and nearly blinding, but she watched on in the moments just after a hard-won battle as smiles, embraces, and kind words were shared. Perhaps she was not entitled to those private moments of fellowship, and the longing it filled her with punished her sorely for her intrusion. Aytaç too was tied up in the novel adoration of another, and thus her usual companion after battle felt out of reach.
Time moved all at once and far too slow as eruptions of darkspawn war cries traveled over the horizon, but soon enough a portal was drawn up from thin air and they disappeared back to the Lostlands encampment. Every fiber of her being pulled at her to find Ormir–he would be here, he had to be here–but there was still another matter to attend to first.
Freydis weaved through the encroaching crowd of refugees eager to reunite with the other women and the brave souls who had ridden out with the king in search of Arros. Surely some of Arros’ contemporaries would hurry to greet her, but she still felt compelled to find her and ensure she was alright. Between the blight, the cold, and the battle Freydis feared for her unlikely ally. She spotted Arros through the crowd, her blond warrior’s braids and five-mile stare recognizable between the throngs of other faces.
No one else would be waiting for Freydis, she was sure of this, so she did not pay much attention to the others as she worked her way through the last of the distance to finally arrive at Arros’ side. Freydis did not patronize Arros by pretending to be vague about inspecting the deepening hues of her veins. A hand lifted to the back of Arros’ head to draw it slightly closer as she bowed her own head forward to press her forehead to Arros’ for only a fraction of a second before standing straight again. This was a sign of congratulations and respect amongst some of the fighters she had learned from when she was younger, though only now did she stop to think the practice was not likely to be common amongst Witchers and regional to where Freydis grew up–perhaps Aytaç only humored it when Freydis did it to her as a sign of friendship.
“Well fought, Arros,” Freydis said of the most recent battle trying to recover from how stupid she felt for her physical show of appreciation a moment before. But the look of worry on her face extended well beyond her social faux pas. “How are you faring?”
RISOTTO DE CEPS, LLAGOSTINS I PERNIL IBÈRIC
Ingredients:
1 tassa per persona d’arròs carnaroli, si el trobeu, sinó rodó del de tota la vida.
2 grans d’all picat.
1 gotet de vi blanc.
3 escalunyes mitjanes.
100 g d’encenalls de pernil.
1 llagostí per persona.
Un grapat de ceps (poden ser congelats o secs, que prèviament haureu posat en remull).
De fumet vermell (de crustacis) necessitareu, més o menys, 4 vegades el número de tasses d’arròs…
