fandomhigh | Pie for Beginners - Monday 2nd period

The class met the same place it did last time and each table this time had all the ingredients and supplies for making their own crust, as well as a mysterious box marked; "Open only in case of emergency".

"Good morning everyone! We're continuing to work with pie crusts because they are the most important, and most difficult element of the pie. It's a pretty basic part of pie, and adding small ingredients like more salt for a savory pie, or more sugar for a sweet, can make all the difference. There are different kinds of crusts as well other than the one that was demonstrated in the film, such as a graham cracker or saltine cracker crust. Last week, the film focused on the basics of crust making for the traditional kind of crust and at your stations there are the supplies to make it, as well as instructions from the show. If you mess up on your crust don't worry. There are boxes at each of your stations that will help if you do. Try not to use the words 'tender'." A puppet suddenly appeared and smacked him in the head. "....or 'flakey'," Arashi winced as one appeared on the otherside, then both promptly disappeared. "The Danger Shop seemed to think last weeks video was rather hilarious. Work with a partner, follow the instructions ~~hand waving the part about refrigerating the dough~~, have fun, try not to burn the place down or get punched out by the puppets."

Maybe he should have included instructions on the ovens....? Nah.

[~~Plz wait for ocd~~ ETA: The "Emergency Box" contains a pre-made pie crust if you mess up.]

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Faile looked around for a partner and spotted Evie. "Excuse me?" she said when she walked over. "Do you have a partner yet?"

"No, I don't!" Evie smiled enthusiastically, and put the bag of flower down with a small cough. "I'm Evie. Have you ever baked anything before? Or cooked anything? Not that it matters, I'm not very skilled at it myself."

"I am Faile," she said, pronouncing it fah-EEL. She looked at the kitchen appliances and the stove. "I have cooked, but never with any of these things. Baking is something I have never done."

"I'm very pleased to meet you." Evie smiled encouragingly. "It's not too difficult, really it's not. My boyfriend and I did quite well!" She waved the recipe at Faile. "And see? Instructions!" She looked slightly worried. "You're not from this world, I take it?"

Faile shook her head. "No, my world is very different from this one. Are you from here?"

"Yes, but from about a hundred years ago. Technology has come a long way, I'm afraid. Although I *have* been here a year, and now I know how to use a microwave!" Evie said proudly. "But I don't think we use one for this. Unfortunately." She gave their food processor an anxious look. "It's all buttons. It can't be *too* difficult."

Faile looked at it too. "What is it?"

"It chops things up. Sokka used it, the last time we did this." Evie frowned. "Perhaps we should put all of it together, make sure they're nice and mixed first? It says butter, flour, and salt should be mixed this way."

The concept of a lid was not something that had sunk in, last time.

"You have more experience," Faile said warily. "I will do as you instruct."

"That's very generous of you," Evie said, beaming. "I cut up the butter bits already, if you could just put them in, I'll pour in the flour?" She started measuring, and dumping in big cups of flour. "Oh, how big of a pie do we wish to make? Should we double the recipe?"

Faile put the butter bits into the food processor. She looked at the pie pan. "Do we get a choice about how big to make it? I thought it had to fit in this pan."

"Oh, perhaps you're right. But then, we might have some left over!" Evie is nothing if not ambitious. "We can try that next week, though." She dumped in the flour, and carefully measured out the salt. "Hmmm. Right. 'Pulse 5 to 6 times until texture looks mealy.'" She frowned at the buttons. "I don't see one that says pulse. 'Chop.' 'Puree.' 'Blend.' 'Whip.' 'Pulverize.'"

"Pulverize sounds close to pulse," Faile offered helpfully.

"Pulverize it is!"

Evie hit the button.

Flour shot up and spread everywhere. "Ack ack ack ack!"

Faile put her hands over it to try and keep the flour in. "Make it stop!" she yelled.

"Eeeee!" Evie batted at the processor, hitting buttons randomly, up, down, and by sheer accident hit OFF. She coughed as the cloud of flour settled. "Well. That was-- bracing."

Faile exhaled in relief and dropped her hands. "Is it required that we use this thing?"

Evie wrung her hands, then shook her head, coughing again as flour fell from her hair. "Perhaps not? Perhaps we can just mix them by hand? I think?"

Faile nodded and began to brush flour off of herself. "I think that would be best."

"Right." Evie ahem'd, and then carefully dumped what was left of the flour/butter/salt mixture into a bowl. "I don't think we can make too much of a mess with a spoon, can we? What do we do after that?" she asked, starting to pat the butter-and-flour together.

"I have no idea," Faile said.

Evie blinked, and picked up the instructions. "Hmmm. It says 'Add lard.' And, also, 'spritz thoroughly with water'." She cocked her head. "Perhaps if we add the water slowly, that will make up for not using the processor... thing?"