Agnes Hoffman

Apokoliptian. Aide-de-camp. Immortal. Chef. She doesn’t care what label you use, just don’t criticise her Meatloaf Wellington.

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

“Just speak very loudly and quickly, and state your position with utter conviction, as the French do, and you'll have a marvelous time!” ~Julia Child, My Life in France

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[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

“Think carefully of your next move, dear child. I know Vandal adores you, but I will not be disrespected.”

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@SavageObsidian @ManhunterJunior "That does not look like the Avocado-Broccoli protein shake I prepared for you, child."

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

“I’m not sure which I’m more disappointed in, child, the fact that you attempted this or your actual attempt. 50 millilitres is hardly a strong enough dose. I’m not a 15 pound cow.”

[Obsidian Savage @SavageObsidian]

@ManhunterJunior 📲[@ManhunterJunior]

Tried! The old cow has the fortitude of an ox. She’s not human.

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@SavageObsidian “You would be amazed what apps I have on my Mother Box. Now, get home, child.”

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@SavageObsidian “I sent you to get groceries, not take selfies, young lady.”

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@TheHandOfSavage Bananas Foster for dessert." Cooking for four egomaniacs was not the easiest task, but she had learned what notes to hit for the quartet. Gesturing to the stove and the tray to its left. "You may sample the first two now, the others aren't quite ready." Her smile warming.

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@TheHandOfSavage mustn't let the boy think he's being rewarded for following directions. His sampling was reward enough. "The President will be enjoying Veal Cacciatore Bites, a small carafe of Czernina with toasted sourdough croutons, Duck Confit and finally, -

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@TheHandOfSavage "Oh pish!" She laughed. "You tell Vandar that we should start charging his daughter rent." Wiping her hands on her apron, she noticed that yet another maple crescent roll had gone missing. Good thing there was a second basket squirreled away in the pantry. "Go!" She pointed.

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

#AVerySavageThanksgiving

Agnes hums along to the music emanating from the smart speakers arrayed around the kitchen as she closes the oven door. Double checking the digital readout. 205°C. Excellent. 15 minutes and she can put in

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@TheHandOfSavage still have enough food if a blizzard struck and stranded them in the guest house. Maybe then she'd have another grandchild to watch over.

Knowing Frank, only half of the food would make it. She had put another maple walnut crescent roll in there for him.

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@TheHandOfSavage bring that down to the guest house." She pointed to a wicker basket, overflowing with muffins, pastries and fresh fruit. If only half of it made to Kassidy and that 'friend' of hers, they would -

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@TheHandOfSavage "Franklin Franklin Franklin!" She slapped the blade down spinning on him. "I said no!"

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@TheHandOfSavage "Don't you be encouraging rebellion, Frank. That girl needs to respect my discipline." She hears the refrigerator door open. "You stay away from the pumpkin spice mousses!"

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@TheHandOfSavage of the knife at Valentina. "Which will be before Christmas, young lady or I'll tell the Døkkálfr to take you with them." Turning back to the poultry, she continues boning the hens, humming along to the music.

[Agnes Hoffman @ApokolipticCook]

@TheHandOfSavage knife block and began dressing the half dozen Cornish hens. "You leave Valentina alone. God knows, she doesn't need any more sweets. Between you and her mother, that child is going to be diabetic by the time she's out of diapers." Spinning, pointing the tip -