Arad looked at the counter, inspecting one pristine pan. He was hungry and wanted to cook something nice. It's been a while since he ate something decent, and by decent, he means just adding salt that isn't seawater.
Arad was a dragon, and he barely ate cooked food. While he did dine each day in the castle, that was just a formality, something he does because everyone does. He didn't need to eat two plates of food each day, because that wasn't worth more than a single drop to him. He needed to eat a lot of whales, giant monsters, and tons of cursed metal to get enough calories to stay alive.
Arad mostly preferred raw meat over anything cooked, so his taste in food was generally bad. That's why he decided to stick to a simple palate of spices whenever he's cooking.
It has worked well for him. His wives, and even the maids, seemed surprised by how good his cooking is, especially since he barely used any spices or any complicated technique.
