Nizrindane
One Thousand Club
After finally finishing with the meat, and grabbing some rice from the fridge, Blake turned around and noticed he had guests. "My colleagues did say the scent of another's cooking is an easy of attracting guests, and I did not plan on eating all of this well done chicken all by myself, anyway," he said, with a strand of his hair standing up. He decided to take the strand, and curl it so it would resemble a halo. He liked it that way. He looked at his uninvited guest and said, "Well, the actual term is Angel, but yes I actually have been a chef for QUITE some time. I take it you and my other guest who has helped him or herself to my bed must be hungry. Everything is almost ready. I just need to get the Puits D'Amour that is still in the oven." Blake turned around to open the oven, grabbing and putting on his signature gloves, which were made out of his own feathers. He Gently, he grabbed the tray and put it on the table, removing the aluminum foil to reveal the sweets. "Today's desert is Puits D'Amour. A lovely little pastry sprinkled in sugar and filled with raspberry jam, but I usually mix it up. Some have strawberry jam, some have blueberry jam, and some have raspberry jam, and some have all three in them and they are my favorites. Go ahead, dig in." He announced happily taking some chicken and rice and helping to two Puits D'Amour.