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ivorygates, who asked for Teal'c: Earth food. Set just after COTG, and rated G.
A Matter of Taste
The first time Teal'c ate processed food from Earth, his symbiote became so agitated that he wondered if his SGC captors were attempting to poison him.
He had only been on the planet for a short period at that point - eighteen hours, O'Neill had announced as he followed the tray-bearing soldier into the holding cell, although Teal'c had no way of knowing how "eighteen hours" translated into the horns and marks that the Jaffa used to mark time. He was not hungry, but a wise warrior knew to eat whenever food was proffered against the risk of a starving future. He gave a courteous nod of thanks to the nervous-looking soldier and a second nod of acknowledgment to O'Neill, who promised to return as soon as he could.
As the two humans exited the room, Teal'c ignored the snick of the lock and inspected the tray and its contents with grave interest. The tray itself was manufactured from a strange material; not as sturdy as metal or the solid mortar of the walls, but a stiff, lightweight substance. He prodded it, wondering how it was manufactured. Then there was the food, positioned neatly on the tray: a fruit with a pleasing red skin, a container of water that crinkled yet did not leak, and a wrapped item that proved to be two sponge-like pieces of white pastry, held together by a thick brown paste.
He tasted this first and nearly spat it out. Blandly sweet, it offered little resistance to his teeth. Was this old men's food, an insult to a warrior? The water and the fruit were more palatable, but the pastry left his symbiote uneasy. He left more than half of it untouched.
"Don't like peanut butter sandwiches, Teal'c?" O'Neill asked when he returned.
Teal'c considered, then said merely, "I do not."
Later, Captain Carter explained additives and preservatives and the odd human obsession for refining foods. Daniel Jackson introduced him to Middle Eastern cuisine, and the flatbreads, spices, and sauces were familiar enough to give Teal'c a strange feeling of loss. But it was O'Neill who showed him the unexpected delights of Tauri food: desserts such as ice cream and chocolate, doughnuts and other pastries, exotic fruits, carbonated beverages, marshmallows, and more. Most was of little nutritional value, but it gave pleasure... and what, after all, symbolized freedom more than excessive and unnecessary feasting?
ivorygates, who asked for Teal'c: Earth food. Set just after COTG, and rated G.A Matter of Taste
The first time Teal'c ate processed food from Earth, his symbiote became so agitated that he wondered if his SGC captors were attempting to poison him.
He had only been on the planet for a short period at that point - eighteen hours, O'Neill had announced as he followed the tray-bearing soldier into the holding cell, although Teal'c had no way of knowing how "eighteen hours" translated into the horns and marks that the Jaffa used to mark time. He was not hungry, but a wise warrior knew to eat whenever food was proffered against the risk of a starving future. He gave a courteous nod of thanks to the nervous-looking soldier and a second nod of acknowledgment to O'Neill, who promised to return as soon as he could.
As the two humans exited the room, Teal'c ignored the snick of the lock and inspected the tray and its contents with grave interest. The tray itself was manufactured from a strange material; not as sturdy as metal or the solid mortar of the walls, but a stiff, lightweight substance. He prodded it, wondering how it was manufactured. Then there was the food, positioned neatly on the tray: a fruit with a pleasing red skin, a container of water that crinkled yet did not leak, and a wrapped item that proved to be two sponge-like pieces of white pastry, held together by a thick brown paste.
He tasted this first and nearly spat it out. Blandly sweet, it offered little resistance to his teeth. Was this old men's food, an insult to a warrior? The water and the fruit were more palatable, but the pastry left his symbiote uneasy. He left more than half of it untouched.
"Don't like peanut butter sandwiches, Teal'c?" O'Neill asked when he returned.
Teal'c considered, then said merely, "I do not."
Later, Captain Carter explained additives and preservatives and the odd human obsession for refining foods. Daniel Jackson introduced him to Middle Eastern cuisine, and the flatbreads, spices, and sauces were familiar enough to give Teal'c a strange feeling of loss. But it was O'Neill who showed him the unexpected delights of Tauri food: desserts such as ice cream and chocolate, doughnuts and other pastries, exotic fruits, carbonated beverages, marshmallows, and more. Most was of little nutritional value, but it gave pleasure... and what, after all, symbolized freedom more than excessive and unnecessary feasting?
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This is lovely! And yeah: I'm not thinking T is really going to embrace the peanut butter... :D
There should be more Teal'c POV. Especially the early season stuffs. *nods firmly*
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I SO agree that we need more Teal'c fic, and I also prefer early season to anything else. You can always try Teal'c Alphabet Soup if you want more, and I still daydream of [Bad username or unknown identity: teal'c_ficathon] having another round....
Thanks for a fun prompt. :)
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Teal'c's food preferences are oddly inconsistent: at one point, when offered hot milk, he announces he refuses to consume "bovine lactose" in any form. At another point, he and Jack are having a death-match over a gallon of ice cream.
I can imagine Teal'c's food preferences evolving over time, yes. But it would be interesting to know what they'd originally been. Especially since in one ep, we're specifically told that humans find Jaffa cuisine really icky...
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Oooh, when did we learn that Jaffa cuisine isn't to humans' tastes? I'm getting my canon confused with my fanon. :D
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In "Wormhole X-Treme", Teal'c is undercover on-set in Craft Services (something which convinces me the Air Force must have pull beyond that of mortal men), and says to O'Neill...
[Reese wanders off. O'Neill heads over the table to check out the food. In the background, an actress is being made up. Teal'c, wearing a pink shirt and pants and a cafeteria cap, carries a plate of sandwiches. He offers them to various Teamsters on his way to the table, but they all wave him off. He reaches the table and sets down the platter roughly. The sandwiches look very unappetizing.]
O'NEILL
No takers?
TEAL'C
This crew does not appear to enjoy the traditional dishes of Chulak.
O'NEILL
(wincing)
Eh, showbiz, huh?
......so there you have it!
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Perhaps I was channeling that unconsciously when I wrote this. ;)
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That's...adorable...
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Thanks! :)