Cookery course is open again.

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Slartibartfast goes into his classroom, takes a briefcase out of his locker, and places it carefully in the middle of the floor. He cautiously leans forward and, with the tip of one finger, flips the catch open, and leaps backwards through the door into the corridor.

Inside the room, the vast kitchen unfolds itself without a sound. Slartibartfast peers in. Everything is in order.

Okay, the cookery lab is now open for the next three days or so. I'll be around intermittently with advice and help, but if I'm not about please feel free to come in, attempt some cookery, and help out your fellow cooks.

It's open for students, teachers and other staff, without a requirement to have previously registered.

Please remember what I said before: Anyone seen attempting to cook or eat one of the other students or staff will be given an instant detention.

Also bear in mind that my colleagues principalconnor and jerusalem_s have had a few things to say about weapons, and I'm sure the two of them will take a dim view of things if any of these knives find their way out of my classroom. As indeed will I.

I'm sure I can trust you all to behave if I'm not here. Enjoy your cooking.

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[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Nah, just a dozen pasties. Birdocs from home don't mix with Earth garlic.

Took me hours to scrub out the oven.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

Slartibartfast wanders in, looking a little distracted. He's carrying a bag of stuff.

He looks at what's going on.

Ah, sandwiches. Truly a classic dish for many species. An old friend of mine -- an Earthman -- became a sandwichmaker ... on Lamuella, I believe. The locals thought he was some sort of Gift From Bob.

He peers into his bag.

Goodness me, it seems that I'm doing sandwiches too.

He upends his bag of stuff onto a counter. There is bread, cheese, a jar of something green, and a small handful of vegetables. An onion makes a bid for freedom, rolling off the edge of the counter and along the floor. The professor doesn't notice.

You know, I'm sure there are ways of cooking these sterkls of which you speak without resorting to the deep-fryer.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*grin*

Plenty of ways, but fried is my favorite.

Followed real close by boiled and chopped and in a sandwich.

*holds his up*

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

Ah, we all have our favourites.

The professor picks up his fourth knife -- he's already used one to cut the bread, one to spread the pesto, one to cut the cheese -- and he looks around on the counter.

Did I have an onion when I came in here?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

If you mean the round thing that made a bid for freedom, it's under the edge of the counter.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

*looks* Oh yes. Thank you.

He retrieves the onion and dices it finely, and proceeds to assemble a sandwich.

I see you've managed to cut stuff up without injury this time round.

*glances at ceiling*

And nothing exploded. Excellent.

He joins the student at the table

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Like I said, professor, start small.

Maybe next time I'll try something that requires heat.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

That'll be good. We're still open here tomorrow, if you want to have a go.