I think my silliest Mildly Autistic Nicky headcanon is that yes, he adores spices and seasonings and authentic flavours, but very occasionally (like once every six months) he will want a Plain Food day where he eats nothing but pastina in brodo and bread and butter and other boring things and everyone goes along with it. Joe is happy because Nicky is happy, Andy and Booker will eat anything if it sits still long enough. Nile was surprised but anything Nicky cooks is nourishing even if it's not mind-blowing.
The menu resumes as normal the next day.
(Actually I don't know if this is silly or not. I just like the idea. I would also imagine that they've eaten their fair share of fucking atrocious meals over the centuries, stuff that not even Nicky's skill could save, so anything is better than ship's hard tack, tripe or rotten rice.)
Non sono fatto per provare quel senso di noia esistenziale della domenica e per pensare a cosa fare con un'ora di luce in più ma sono fatto per mangiare dolci con le fragole e passeggiare guardando gli alberi senza uno scopo diverso dal passeggiare guardando gli alberi.
I made pastina tonight. Hadn’t eaten all day. It’s becoming a habit. Then I eat all evening. Ugh. But I’d been craving this all week. It was so good. I used the leftover turkey drippings that I froze from last years turkey. It is always worth freezing it!