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Lunch - Tuesday 2/20

Guud Muerning stoodents! Tudey we have-a mure Home Ec. stoodents cuuking fur uoo! Tudey's loonch wus made-a by Annette, Reevur, Demyex und Deeen!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Peanoot Booter und Banana Sundvichees

-Chickee Alfreeedo

-Caesar Seled

-Chuclute Ceke-a

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For Annette, River, Demyx and Dean. Handwavy cook food, clean up dishes, chat with each other. If you cut your hand on a knife it's best you go to the nurse. Chickens don't have the thumbs to apply a band-aid.

Annette was in the kitchen, staring down at a large bowl of fettuchini noodles. She was frowning and she poked at them with a fork. They...seemed a little mushy. And they were all kind of sticking together. She supposed once she added the alfredo sauce they would be okay.

She hoped.

Problem was, her alfredo sauce seemed a little lumpy. She stirred it again and couldn't for the life of her figure out what the lumps were. But she supposed once she added it to the noodles, no one would be able to notice the lumps. Not really.

She started to cut up the chicken because the chicken would totally help with lumpy sauce and sticky, mushy noodles.

Dean looked over from mixing up the ingredients for the chocolate cake. He frowned. "That doesn't look very...." He tried to think of a dipolomatic word to describe it.

Annette looked over at him and twisted her lips a bit. She also wrinkled her nose. "It...smells good? Right?"

"Um...well..."

Looking down, she continued to chop up the chicken. "So what you are politely not saying is that I should start over?" And that was just going to take forever!

"If you want to, I can give you a hand," Dean offered.

"Yeah, I guess that would be best. Appreciate it, Dean." She replied with a nod. "I don't think I'm destined to be a cook." Annette lifted the huge bowl of noodles and with a grunt, heaved them into the garbage can. Of course, she had to shake the bowl a few times because they were sort of stuck to the bottom.

"Did you put any oil in the water when you cooked the pasta?" Dean asked. "That's supposed to keep it from sticking." He left the bowl he was mixing cake ingredients in to come over and looked at the recipe for the sauce.

"Um, no." She blinked. "Oh." She looked at the huge box of noodles and turned it around. "I must have missed that part." While he looked at the recipe for the sauce, Annette started another huge pot of water to boil on the stove.

"Do I add the oil now, or after I add the pasta?"

"Now, I think?" Dean said. He started measuring out the ingredients for the alfredo sauce.

"Okay." She walked over to the large, walk-in pantry and found a big container of oil. Moving back to the pot, she undid the lid and got ready to pour. Looking over at Dean, she raised her brows, "Uh, Dean? Just a little?"

"Yeah," Dean confirmed. "Like tablespoon little." He grinned. "Otherwise we'll end up frying instead of boiling."

She smiled, "Okay." And she poured in what she considered a tablespoon, which really pretty much was. Possibly a little more. She put away the oil and walked back to stand next to him, staring down at the recipe for the sauce. "I don't know what happened when I made it, it just suddenly got a little lumpy."

Dean frowned. "I think you have to stir it more maybe when you're combining ingredients?" This was slightly out of his experience; generally pasta sauce came out of a can when he cooked.

"Stir more. Got it. Don't think I did that too much the first time. I just sort of threw everything in, gave it a good turn with the spoon, and...that was it. I kind of had to scrape some from the bottom of the pan once. For some reason it stuck. Everything sticks with me. I don't get it."

"Stirring helps with that," Dean said. "Also greasing things first." He grinned at her. "Think of it as proper lubrication."

She raised her brows, staring at him. "Should I have greased the pot first? Before the water and pasta?" Proper lubrication? Annette hadn't lubricated anything.

"Nah, that's what the oil in the water is for."

"Oh." She looked down again.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

She hated feeling embarrassed, but it was evident on her face and in her tone of voice when she asked him, "You won't mention this, to anyone, will you?"

Dean smiled at her. "Your secret's safe with me," he assured her. "I'd never rat out a friend -- especially if she's also my best friend's little sister."

She grinned and looked over at him, "Thanks, Dean. You're sweet."

Demyx was happy with his sandwiches, even if they weren't exactly things of beauty.

They were still tasty.

Students, order food. Home Ec kiddies, serve food. And if you're gonna spill something on someone you don't like have the courtesy to make it look like an accident.

Shawn eyed the food on offer a carefully. He's not sure if having it made by students makes it more or less likely to have any adverse effects.

She was a tiny bit nervous here. "Hey, Shawn. Can I, uh, get you anything? I mean, from what was cooked that is?"

"Chef Annette," Shawn grinned in greeting. "What d'you recommend?" he asked.

She grinned back, her nerves settling a bit. "Uh, the chocolate cake. Definitely."

"Sounds unhealthy," Shawn said with a chuckle. "Pile it on."

He really is the example of good eating habits. Yep.

"My kind of guy!" She laughed, and did just as he asked. Taking a plate, she piled on two big pieces of chocolate cake with thick, yummy chocolate frosting, and handed it over. "Dean made it." She offered. "And he knows his way around a kitchen. Trust me."

Shawn laughed and nodded. "You give me double portions," he said. "Which makes you awesome in my eyes, so I'll definitely take your word for it."

She nodded, chuckling. "Nothing beats chocolate cake. Enjoy, Shawn!"

"Will do. Later Annette," Shawn replied as he wandered off to find a seat.

"Hi! Can I get the chicken Alfredo, please?" Buffy smiled brightly.

"Hi, Buffy!" Annette grinned brightly and came closer. "Chicken Alfredo you say? Um, of course." Because Dean helped to make it the second time. It should be really good. She hoped.

She fixed her a plate of a reasonably sized portion and handed it to her. "I hope you like it. Take a bite and tell me what you think?"

"Okay," Buffy agreed, picking up her fork. She poked at it, just in case, and then took a bite. She grinned. "Perfect, Annette!"

"Yay! Great! I hope you enjoy it. Dean made it and I only helped a little. He's a great cook."

"He totally is. You should so taste one of his breakfasts some time." Buffy grinned again and picked up her tray. "Thanks!"

"He's cooked you breakfast? How lucky for you! And you're welcome, Buffy! I'll see you tomorrow at practice!"

Or stand and play with your food. Either one.

Buffy sat down to eat her Chicken Alfredo and make the final music decision for the cheer competition.

For dirty icons and sexual innuendos...

...in your end-o.

I have booty!

I have boobies!

oh! me too! the makin' luv sort of boobies!

I have a cute Japanese boy in a tub with one of those extendable shower heads?

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