Sugar cookies. (ST xi fic)
Sugar Cookies
Written for an st_xi_kink prompt (but sorry, no kink). http://community.livejournal.com/st_xi_kink/8893.html?thread=26219453#t26219453
"There were few foods available on Enterprise that everybody enjoyed. Everyone had their favourite, of course, but there was only one that was universally liked by all on board."
Sugar Cookies
There were few foods available on Enterprise that everybody enjoyed. Everyone had their favourite, of course, but there was only one that was universally liked by all on board.
Jim was allergic to synthesized pecans, and so the programming based on Bones’ mother’s recipe wasn’t tried by him. Jim steered clear when McCoy was eating pecan pie- the moaning the CMO gave as each bite was consumed bordered on orgasmic.
Sulu was quite disgusted with Chekov’s favourite: beet borscht with replicated sour cream was one food that he wouldn’t be caught dead eating. Pink soup was where he drew the line.
Scotty, who could (and did) eat nearly anything set in front of him in the mess, wouldn’t eat synthesized lamb. Jim suspected that it was because Scotty had worked for a time on a Terran sheep farm. Scotty had mentioned the ‘wee lambie-kins’ before revealing that he would never eat mutton, fake or not. His groans in the mess as Jim tucked into his own lamb chops with relish were terrible to hear.
Uhura refused gelatin desserts. Sulu repeatedly tried to entice her interest in old-fashioned “Jello” to no avail. “If it wiggles like a Borgia fruit, I refuse to touch it.” Sulu ate his lime-flavoured gelatin dessert alone.
Gaila hated Uhura's favourite. Bones loathed Scotty's favourite. Quarrels were had over use of the food synthesizer's resources.
But everyone loved the sugar cookies.
"Why are they shaped as humanoids?"
"I don't know," Amanda Grayson looked at her son as she kneaded the second batch of sugar dough. The first batch she had removed from the oven, and her six-year-old son carefully peered at the man-shaped cookies. She tried to give an answer that he would be more satisfied with. "Many people make cookies in this shape. Perhaps it is because the children who ate the cookies also played with them as toys."
"The human children consumed them after playing with them? That is unhygienic." Spock used one of his mother's fabric oven pads to shift the flat baking stone into a less precarious position on the stove.
Amanda smiled a little. "It was a very long time ago."
"Hygiene existed a very long time ago," Spock countered.
"Yes, but humans did not overly concern themselves about it in the eighteenth century." Amanda rolled the dough out and used a drinking vessel to cut more cookies. Round, this time, rather than gingerbread-man-shaped. More hygienic. She noticed her son studying the baked cookies more intently. "They should be cool enough to eat. Have one," she insisted.
His interest seemed to wane as he controlled his facial expression. But when Amanda expressed disappointment in the slight drop in her shoulders, and the tilt of her eyebrows, Spock allowed himself to show interest again.
He picked up a humanoid sugar cookie and tasted it. He did not attempt to control the delight that surged through him as he enjoyed the cookie. He smiled at his mother and asked if he might partake of another. She smiled back, granted him permission to have more, and put the second batch in the oven to bake.