3-14-20

We met some other living and eventually not hostile intelligent people yesterday; a bunch of Dwarfs who have lived in this place for generations. Sadly, their home has been overrun by these slimly frog monsters (side note, would not make for good frog legs as they burst into a bunch or worms when they die). As a result these poor people have lost access to whatever culinary history they had and the food these refugees eat is only mildly better than the Goblins. I'm sad journal, I was really hoping to uncover some new recipes and secret cooking techniques, but it looks like I will have to look elsewhere.
 
The dark hunger is under control. We encountered a couple of giant big like beasts feasting on a dead Dwarf and I only had for just a small moment even a twinge of curiosity for what made the Dwarf tasty enough that a big monster would hunt it. Instead, after helping to fell the beasts, I got to sample the big monster itself and while it was a little tough, it was good the way roast pork was back home. We also discovered another little kangaroo like animal that had it's own dipping sauce in it's pouch. A little unconventional, but a tasty treat none the less.
 
While all of these new creatures make for exciting new ingredients, I still hold out hope to learn new cuisine from some form of thriving civilization here. Imagine being the first person to discover a long forgotten technique of making sauce or method of cooking meat; something so profoundly unique and unheard of that it would elevate you to the height of the culinary fame. That is what my mistress wants of me, I am sure of it. That is why I am here and what I long to find.