[HP] The Order of the Phoenix Family

0. Hobbies (As You Like It)

Sirius has recently become obsessed with cooking.

When he is busy in the kitchen, no one or anything can disturb his good mood.

And, like most everything else, Sirius displayed above-average talent.

So, it's not just good for him.

1. Pasta (perfect taste)

Snape watched Sirius fill the cauldron with water, olive oil and a pinch of salt with a look of extreme distrust, put the pan on the fire and bring it to a boil, and grabbed a handful of angel pasta.Sirius put the pasta into the pot, and when the bottom half became soft, he held them with tongs and rotated them gently until the pasta was completely submerged in the water. At this moment, Snape's expression changed a little.

"You look very good at it, Sirius," said Dumbledore as he waited for the water to boil again.

"How can I not show my best performance in cooking for you." Sirius said briskly, "Even if there is a Snape attached."

"It's a great honor to be forced to stay in your honor, Headmaster." Snape grinned.

After exactly three and a half minutes, Sirius picked out a handful of noodles, tasted them, nodded, picked up the pot and poured everything in the colander, and quickly added salt, pepper and a spoonful of olive oil to the noodles Stir well.Then he tasted some more, making noises of enjoyment.

"Tight and springy, to be honest, my teeth are more suitable for softer ones." He divided the pasta into two portions and put them on the plate, "but it must be perfect for you."

"You're serving a centenarian a plate of spaghetti that would knock out your teeth," Snape said meanly. "God bless Hogwarts."

"You can wait until after the first bite to be mean, Severus." Sirius poured the ready-made sauce on the pasta and winked.

Snape was obviously even more upset. He mixed the pasta hastily, rolled it on the fork twice, and stuffed the first bite into his mouth.

Then nothing was said.

"It's delicious, Sirius," said Dumbledore, seeming slightly surprised.

"Thank you, sir." Sirius said, and turned to wash the pot with satisfaction.

But Snape finally found something to criticize, that is, spaghetti with sticky sauce is not very friendly to a man with a long beard, especially that man's beard is still not mixed with a trace of hair silver.

2. Salmon miso soup with sub-vegetables (delicious and warm)

On the nights after turning into a wolf, Remus would never refuse a steaming soup, and James and Sirius gave him other nicknames for his problem, such as "sexless period".

He prefers "furry little problems."

On weekdays, Remus always tried to make sure that there was sugar in his pocket, even if he had to go to a street cafe to secretly copy sugar cubes, but just after turning into a wolf, his limbs and five senses were numb, and he preferred to refresh his mind s things.

"Are you still worried about my cooking skills?" Sirius put the pot on the stove with a confident movement, and took out the egg beater and broth. The salmon steak had been thawed on the chopping board before. .

"I'm worried about my own stomach." Remus joked, "I'm afraid it won't be able to withstand your cooking skills."

Sirius snorted, poured three tablespoons of miso into the pot, turned on the fire, poured in the broth while stirring, then turned up the heat, and threw in the lime leaves.There are more and more things in this kitchen, bottles and jars, branches and leaves, and even a few pots of spices are planted on the terrace for the owner to take at any time.His friend also said that he planned to ask Tonks to help bring back one or two harder-to-eat species when the weather was warmer next year.

So you can feel yourself out of prison, Sirius?

The chef chopped up the peppers with seeds and threw them into the soup pot as well. Remus quickly smelled the spicy aroma.Sirius cut the ginger skillfully and calmly, and it seemed that the trembling from Azkaban was pushed back by the kitchen knife.After the ginger slices were put into the pot, it was the piece of salmon with skin on one side. Sirius slowly put it into the pot with the skin down, boiled it, turned off the heat, picked up a spoon, and scooped it up every few minutes. The soup is poured over the fish.For a moment, in the fumigation, Sirius looked as if he had spent the past ten years like this, and Remus would go to a friend's house for dinner after every full moon night.

While the fish soup was boiling, Sirius began to prepare vegetables.It was cabbage. He separated the leaves from the stalks, and the sharp knife cut the stalks with a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Don't look so sad, Moony," Sirius said.

Remus was a little surprised that the other party was still paying attention to him, but Sirius was indeed not as insensitive to other people's opinions as he seemed.It's just that he likes to pretend he doesn't care, or maybe he really thinks he doesn't.

"Don't worry," Sirius said again, cutting the rolled leaves into thin strips, "I'm not pretending to like this, cooking really makes me feel at peace, and sometimes I don't want to do anything other than cook and poke myself. Do anything. I'm happy to have a second option."

"Is there anything else you need?" Remus asked, in place of a million unspoken and useless words, "Even though I've had a bad life, give me the money and the rules, and I'll take you Bring back what you want."

"I happen to be short of two types of cinnamon." Sirius replied, while carefully taking out the fish with a shovel, pressing lightly to check the heat. "There are also recipes. Delia Smith's cookbook seems to be missing two books."

He let the fish rest on a plate, tasted the broth, sighed admiringly, then tossed in the cabbage stalks, cooked for a minute, and added the cabbage leaves.Remus grew more and more expectant, watching as Sirius picked up the salmon piece (still hot, no doubt) and ripped off the skin intact.

"Recently, my hands are less and less afraid of burning." He said while breaking the fish into pieces according to the texture, "I heard that a pair of hands that are not afraid of burning is also a must for chefs."

The final ingredient of the fish soup is enoki mushrooms.Before serving the bowl, Sirius even wiped the bottom of the bowl with a little oil to make it look better, then put fish fillets and vegetables in the center of the bowl, and poured a big spoonful of soup.Now, the soup served looked more like something Remus would never be able to eat.

"Right now I'm truly mourning the loss I've had over the past decade or so," Remus said.

That soup tasted like a miracle.

3. Hash browns with fried eggs (simple and sufficient)

At ten past five on Ron's watch, the kitchen door opened and Mrs Weasley walked in.She was very pale, but she smiled weakly when they all turned to look at her and Fred, Ron and Harry stood up.

"He's out of danger," she said, her voice weak and weary. "He's sleeping. We can see him together later. Bill's with him. He's off in the morning."

Fred sank back into his chair, covering his face with his hands.George and Ginny stood up and walked briskly over to hug their mother.Ron gave a weak laugh and downed the rest of the Butterbeer.

"Breakfast!" Sirius jumped up and said loudly happily, "Let me see, seven of you, it's best to hurry up, so as not to delay your sleep..."

He runs to the fridge and pulls out a huge pile of boiled potatoes, making one wonder if he's been living on leftovers these days.Followed by fresh leeks and a large box of eggs, after a night of depressing, Sirius obviously couldn't wait to have a big fight.

"Could you chop up those leeks for me, Molly? I think they need to be doubled," he said to Mrs. Weasley, who came to help, grating the boiled potatoes. Get the Gruyère out, it's in the bottom third drawer from the right, I just bought it."

Harry opened the drawer, then stopped.

"Er, Sirius?" said the boy, "there's no less than ten kinds of cheese here."

"Hard and nutty Swiss cheese." Sirius made it clear that the pile of potato shreds under his hands quickly grew in size.

Harry couldn't wait to find something to do to fill his uneasiness, so Sirius entrusted him with the task of grating cheese and told him to be careful not to hurt his hands.He poured the leeks into a hot pan, seasoned them with butter and sea salt, sautéed them until softened and mixed them with the potatoes and cheese, then restarted the pan, heated the olive oil and butter, and spooned the mixture into the bottom of the pan Spread out and fry over low heat until golden and crispy.As each hash brown on his side came out of the pan, Molly happened to scoop out the fried eggs and put it on top of the hash browns, and Harry sprinkled fresh tarragon leaves just before serving, as Sirius had ordered.

"It's delicious!" Ginny exclaimed.

"When you're in a good mood, everything is delicious." Sirius said modestly, taking a big bite himself.

"It's so delicious!" Fred was full of praise, "It's simply the best thing I've ever eaten!"

The children knew that he was trying to make up for what he said to Sirius earlier because he was worried about his father's safety. Sirius smiled forgivingly, telling the twins to eat as soon as they have a mouth to talk.

Usually Molly would be able to sense something, but she watched her husband half the night in fear, and was too tired to care about others.After the meal, Sirius was extremely persistent and drove everyone upstairs to sleep, and cleaned up the mess himself.

He was expressionless while washing the dishes.

4. Baked Apple Crisp (crisp and sweet)

"The apple you wanted!" The paper bag was stuffed into the owner's hand, and Tonks threw himself on the moth-eaten sofa and stretched his body, "Afternoon tea! Let's have some dessert, Sirius!"

"Okay, ma'am." Sirius said deliberately like a waiter.

The season's apples are still two or three months away, but Sirius can't wait to try this recipe.He shreds the apples with their skins on, then lighted a low fire under a saucepan and spooned in a few spoons of sugar, a pinch of cinnamon and vanilla seeds.Sirius slowly shook the pan to caramelize the sugar evenly. Tonks came down. To his relief, his niece just sat down at the table and waited.No offense, he was a little scared of the accidents the female Auror could create in a place full of knives and fragile objects.

"Smells good, apple pie?" Tonks asked excitedly.

"Baked apple crumble." Sirius replied, adding shredded apples and stirring, "Just wait, try again in July and August when the apples are just ripe, it will definitely be better."

"Say it like it's going to be good this time," Tonks teased.

He took another diced apple and mixed them with the formed caramel apple puree in the pot, and sprinkled in the sweet and chewy dried cranberries.Tonks didn't like the smell of lemon zest, so Sirius just squeezed in the lemon juice, then turned off the heat and started making crumbles.

Flour, Demerara brown sugar and butter, stirred into crumbs, followed by crispy rolled oats.Starting from the middle of the pot, Sirius grabbed the crumbled puff pastry and spread it on the apple puree, heated it until the caramel bubbled again, then put the pot into the oven.

"When Pedilu catches you, you should open a restaurant, it's in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade." Tonks commented, "Anyway, you don't lack capital, I'm sure I'll take people there every week .”

Sirius laughed, this topic is not as harsh in the kitchen as it is in other places, "I can't even get out the door, you have arranged it for me."

"Of course you have to make plans in advance, so you can go out as soon as you can." Tonks replied naturally, "Look at the things in your kitchen, it will take a lot of work to move, the temperature and humidity on the terrace It’s just been adjusted.”

"...That's right." Sirius couldn't help being a little stunned, he really didn't make any plans.If he could leave, he would not hesitate to throw away everything here, and he has done so since he was 16 years old.

"How long will it take to bake?" Dora asked again, this girl just had no patience.

"Twelve to fourteen minutes," Sirius replied.

The room is sweet and fragrant, and the surface of the baked apple crisp is golden, like the color of the sun.

5. Spicy slow roasted leg of lamb (doesn't matter)

Today's dishes took a lot of work, because it was a temporary decision, and dinner would not be served until very late.

Sirius Arrange the leg of lamb in a roasting pan, add thinly sliced ​​green and red peppers and garlic, two teaspoons of smoked paprika, followed by dried oregano, cumin seeds, salt, cinnamon flakes, pepper and olive oil, fully rubbed and colored, marinated for half an hour, during which the vegetables to be added were processed.Kreacher was gone again, and he had always resented Sirius for taking his kitchen, even though he would deliberately spoil it and make the food for the Order of the Phoenix unpalatable, but he still didn't allow the family's rebellious son to get his hands on it.

Who cares.

The thick durable copper pot is a good thing and must have been used by generations of elves for over half a century.Sirius added some olive oil to the pan, grabbed the bones of the leg of lamb and put them in for frying. The white fat meat gradually came out of the oil and poured into the rest of the pan.Put the vegetables in the pot, put the leg of lamb on the bottom, pour half a bottle of red wine along the side and stew it, add the broth after the juice is collected, boil it again, put it in the oven uncovered, and roast it slowly at 160 degrees.

Then he heard something upstairs, it seemed—Buckbeak.The portrait at the door was also woken up. I don't know what made the Hippogriff so furious, maybe it was the attic itself. He hasn't spread his wings for almost a year.Piccolo should have been let go before moving back home, Sirius thought, timed the oven, took off his apron and ran upstairs.

The leg of lamb has to be roasted for a full three hours, and it's okay to walk away halfway.

Some people later returned to the headquarters and shared the work in silence.Tender, juicy and melt-in-the-mouth, it really lived up to the effort it took to make it.

As for the chef?He must have regretted not having tasted the fruit himself and witnessed the praise of his companions.

The diners were talking about how Sirius regretted that he had to let the members of the commune pick the early-maturing potatoes for him, and he would have to do it himself next year; Only the boss can rest assured that he can go to the fish market as he likes in a few days now; when the apples are harvested next month, Sirius could even go to the orchards around the Burrow to pick them.

The owner of 12 Grimmauld Place did not do any of these things in the end.

He was free, so it really didn't matter.

(End of the article)