One of my favorite things to do here in Stormwind is to
bring tastes of home to people who have never experienced it. Most of you know
I’m originally from Silvermoon, but I spent a lot of time in both Brill and
outside of Orgrimmar. And sometimes, man do orcs know how to eat.
On Durotar, one thing that there are plenty of is boar. So pork is a huge stable in Durotar orcish cuisine. When you head a bit south though, you come to Razor Hill, a perfect melting pot of Darkspear Trolls and Orcs. With it, comes a delicious mix of trollish spices and orcish meats that everyone needs to experience at least once.
I don’t have a lot of pleasant memories from growing up, but there’s one that always stands out to me. On occasion, when I was little, my father would take me with him to some of his treks into Dalaran. I remember the smell of old tomes, the crackle of arcane in the air, and how important everyone looked and felt. Acting as my father’s apprentice, I felt important too.
We would always lunch in the Purple Parlor, and while my father would always get something more exotic, like bovine steak or seared scallops with a nice wine of the appropriate color, I always wanted the same thing.
This week has been two things: Cold and hard. I swear there’s a Death Knight joke in there somewhere, but I’m not sure I have the energy to find it. Times like this when I can’t feel my fingers and just want something to warm the body and the soul.
That’s why I like this soup. It’s simple. It’s delicious. It’s warm. Aside from the chopping, it’s crazy easy.
It’s not a cure for depression, but it has alcohol in it so that’s pretty close, right?
So, while Pryn and I were struggling to make
money last summer, we came up with the idea to try and scavenge interesting
artifacts from the newly discovered island of Zuldazar. Long story short, she
has an amazing tiara that doubles as an illusion-disguise, my pale ass got a
nice tan (somehow my blond hair got blonder?), and we came back with a lot of
really neat but essentially useless things. With the exception of these weird
green tree eggs.
Now, I have a lot of troll friends, some of the most important people in my life are trolls (Love you, Zan!) but elf throats are NOT designed to speak Zandalari. So I can’t pronounce the name of this egg for the life of me. Avokoto? Avkato? I have no idea. But! My buddy Zan’juul DID show me how to make this AMAZING green egg paste stuff. It doesn’t taste anything like you’d expect and I’m told it’s very healthy, so what a great way to start the New Year.
And it’s going to be a happy and healthy New Year! Remember you’re not alone, you are amazing and I love you.
Seriously. You, person reading this, maybe on your little mage-square avoiding your actual work — maybe in your underwear winding down for bed or maybe trying to wind up for the day — I love you. You are why I do this. And I hope when you’re feeling down, you remember that Jax loves you.
And since this got weirdly emotional, I’m also here for anyone who needs it, just leave me a comment, find me on Twitter @jaxkol, or even shoot me a private email through the Contact page. For real. Does not expire.