"I plan to go by sight and smell, though mshikaki would be easiest. All I need for that is meat and some spices to marinate it in."Vahn took some likely looking herbs, smelling them carefully and inspecting the leaves. He didn't expect the guardian would keep anything that wasn't comestible in the kitchen, but it paid to know what he was working with. He found a few plants that smelled of ginger and garlic and took those, along with some of the thick red meat and what appeared (and tasted, when carefully applied to the tongue) of salt and pepper. The spices he ground and mixed into a bowl, then set it aside to cut the meat into large chunks. That done, he dusted the meat with the mixture, then put it all in a bowl and set it aside to marinate.
"And I'll get to work on the bhajia while that gets ready."He fetched the potatoes from the larder - good to see a familiar and humbling thing as a potato - and peeled them, then chopped them into fine slices and set them aside. Next was getting chilies, flour, turmeric, more of the salt and pepper, an onion, and some water. The onion he chopped into small cubes; the flour and spices were mixed into a bowl with some water and stirred into a smooth batter, which the potato slices were then dipped in before being liberally sprinkled with onion. Then he dumped the results in a pot of hot vegetable oil to briefly fry.
"Now back to the mshikaki."He quickly skewered the meat, four chunks per skewer, with eight skewers used. These he set on a grilling grid on high heat, and while they cooked he retrieved the now-golden brown bhajia from the oil and set it aside on a plate. Then he flipped the skewers and waited another five minutes. All in all, the cooking had only taken him about twenty minutes to get all the ingredients and prepare the food.
"That's mine done. What have you made?"He was curious to see what Iris had prepared for this little cultural exchange.