would be irreversible if she did something similar to that impression.
“What, a cold, Chestnut?”
Pavel cast his eyes at Asha’s wheezing.
Asha shook her head.
Do you happen to have that, too? You know, the grains that sink to the floor after drinking old wine.”
*TN: Otherwise known as cream of tartar
It took Pavel a while to find it this time.
Pavel threw a bundle of tartaric powder on the counter and cleaned his hands of dust.
“Is this enough?”
“Well… for now.”
Asha looked at the two powders and made a serious look.
Proper mixing of tartaric acid with baking soda-stomach medicine can produce the effect of baking powder.
The problem was that she didn’t know the exact proportion.
At that moment.
Phoebe’s voice, which sounded in her mind and told her the proportion of baking powder, was even magnificent.
It felt like a grand symphony was being heard in the background.
‘Oh, my God, isn’t this a recipe vending machine?’
She didn’t know that the Spirit of Sense would be this competent.
But it wasn’t just the proportions she needed.
If the two powders mixed and caused a chemical reaction immediately, it would ruin everything.
She needed something to stop it in the middle.
‘Will starch be enough?’
As soon as Asha called for starch, Pavel put a bag of cornstarch on top.
Put two cups of tartaric powder, one cup of antacid, and one cup of starch in an empty container, close the lid, and shake it to mix.
At last, the powders of different colors and sizes were completely, uniformly, all mixed.
Asha’s voice trembled slightly after completing the world’s first baking powder.
It was so easy and simple to make!
“A leavening agent that inflates beautifully when making sweets.
I should name it.”
Phoebe peeped loudly in her head.
Asha opened her eyes dimly.
‘When I named you Phoebe, you said something about it…’
But in time, Asha nodded.
Without Phoebe, who suggested the ratio at once, she would have ruined several snacks.
“All right, let’s say this is Phoebe powder.
Pavel also made a lot to use.”
“… You want me to put this with my antacids and liquor sediment to make cookies?”
“Are you making scones?”
It was Pavel’s conclusion after looking around at the cut butter and surrounding ingredients on a cold marble countertop.
“How would it be for a meal with cheese and bacon?”
“What do you use mustard powder for?”
No matter how much Pavel sang about not baking snacks, he had baked thick scones to eat as a meal substitute, but he had never thought of using mustard powder when making scones.
“I’ll put in just one teaspoon.
Scones will be greasy with cheese and bacon.
Mustard powder catches it and deepens the flavor.
What do you think?”
Pavel’s eyes narrowed.
It was a small girl, ten years old, who was cutting butter excitedly and explaining the recipe to him.
“Pavel? You don’t think it’ll be good?”
Asha turned her head and looked at Pavel when he was silent.
Pavel shook his head.
“No, it’s not.
Then how about the bacon? Straight?”
“No, cut it and fry it once over the fire.
I’ll tell you…”
She was going to cut it.
So she was going to ask him to stir-fry it, but Pavel pulled three rows of bacon at once and held a kitchen knife in the other hand.
Squinting his eyes and glancing her up and down.
It was a look that said, ‘You? A knife?’
Eventually, Pavel was in charge of cutting and frying bacon.
Pavel’s cutting was skillful and so smooth that the bacon quickly became a uniform piece on the cutting board.
Asha hesitated for a moment and then asked him a question.
“…what spirit did you sign with?”
Pavel, who was putting the pan on the fire, glanced at her.
“Me? Mine is the Spirit of the Sword.”
Soon, the sound and smell of bacon sizzling on the grill filled the kitchen.
She mixed the flour and cold butter, and when the dough was soft, she added three types of cheese, milk, and sautéed bacon, rolled the dough with a rolling pin, and layered it over and over again.
Asha’s grip was insufficient, so she almost cried while kneading, but Pavel clicked his tongue and helped her.
Cut it into bite-sized pieces, spread egg yolk on top, and push it into the oven.
“Is this your first time making scones?”
Asha stepped on her feet, looked at the thermometer in the oven, and nodded.
“I touched butter for the first time yesterday.”
“…but how do you know this recipe?”
“Well… I saw it in the book.
I wanted to make it after seeing it in a book.”
Soon, the savory smell began to fill the kitchen after the scones were placed in the oven.
“Something like that…”
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