Dark Harvest of Astartes:
Space Marine Forged Ricotta and Fenrisian Spinach Ravioli
Ingredients:
500 grams of somber wheat flour, gathered from the tormented fields of a purged world.
5 chilling black eggs, each engraved with the ominous emblem of the Imperial Aquila.
A pinch of rock salt, salvaged from the cold depths of a wandering space hulk.
200 grams of Ricotta, its unsullied white a sole point of light in this grim culinary endeavor.
200 grams of Fenrisian Spinach, nurtured under the planet's ominous skies.
2 potent bulbs of garlic, their aroma as striking as dread in the midst of a heretical purge.
A dusting of Heretic’s Bone Salt and Black Warp Pepper, a haunting reminder of the ever-present shadow of Chaos.
Cooking Ritual:
Shape the somber wheat flour on your scarred countertop, forming a fortress as daunting as the universe itself. Within its formidable walls, position the haunting black eggs, their bleak color a stark symbol of our existence's grim reality.
Unite the flour and eggs with your battle-hardened hands, creating a dough as unified and firm as a Space Marine Chapter.
While the dough takes its rest beneath the stern gaze of the Emperor's image, combine the Ricotta, Fenrisian Spinach, and potent garlic for the filling. Season it with the foreboding salt and pepper, an echo of the corruption that continually seeps into our reality.
When the dough has completed its rest, it's time for the harsh process of flattening, as relentless and unforgiving as the trials of the 41st millennium.
Slice the dough into squares, each piece a grim reflection of the unending tombstones dotting the Imperium's graveyards. Upon each square, place a portion of the filling, symbolizing a small beacon of hope amidst the enveloping darkness.
Seal each piece of ravioli, your firm press a steadfast judgement against the lurking Chaos.
Submerge the ravioli in a bubbling cauldron, mirroring the fiery trials faced by the Emperor's warriors. As they ascend, it's a triumphant echo of the Imperium's victories wrestled from the jaws of defeat.
“Hunger, like heresy, gnaws at the very soul of a man. In our sustenance, we find our holy scripture against this relentless foe”
