Cookery course is still open.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

Slartibartfast looks at his classroom kitchen, at ease with the world.

Well, since I didn't fold away the kitchen last week, and no-one seemed to mind when the Lifestyle seminar took place round a kitchen table, I'm going to leave it open 24/7 for a while and see how things go.

Please feel free to come in and attempt random acts of cookery. If I'm around I'll pitch in and help with advice, but if I'm not you're all entirely capable of helping each other.

Oh, and don't misuse the equipment. Remember that those knives are to be used for culinary purposes only. And don't attempt to cook each other.

Thanks to the generosity of the school chef, we now have extensive quantities of ingredients in the cupboards -- just have a root around and see what you can find. Some of the ingredients have been a bit surprising, but that's Chef for you.

Oh, and someone please feed the Chickens, if there are any that haven't been cooked yet that look hungry.

He wanders off, muttering something about alcohol.

Comments

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::comes in with a sack of food::

Thank you, Mr. Slartibartfast. The cookies last week turned out quite well.

::lays out a dozen eggs, a block of sharp cheddar, a stick of butter, a bell pepper, a beefsteak tomato and a potato::

::gets a frying pan, some salt and pepper, a small bowl, a whisk, a spatula, a cheese-grater and a chopping board and knife from the kitchen's stores::

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

"Oh my GOD," George exclaims as she wanders into the kitchen. "I thought I wouldn't be hungry for at least a week after dinner last night, but that smells amazing."

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::smiles in appreciation::

Scrambled eggs a la Hank are one of the few things I already know how to cook.

::looks into his bag again::

Damn. It appears that I forgot to bring any bread. Could you go to my room and pick up the half-loaf on top of the mini-fridge so we can have buttered toast?

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George, for some reason, is nervous about the idea of being in Hank's room. "Um. Sure. What's your room number?"

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Thank you, it's room 302. Here's the key.

::digs key out of his pocket, then notices George's nervousness::

Is something the matter, George?

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George takes the key from Hank and gives him a lopsided grin. "You don't have any strange... pets or science experiments going on in your room that I should know about?"

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::concern turns into humor::

Just Aubrey 2, and she's already been fed.

Seriously though, at the moment there's nothing unusual in my room.

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George gives an ironic salute and leaves to fetch the bread. Anything for a free breakfast, right?

OOC

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Just make another comment when George gets back and we can continue from there.

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

"Okay!" George announces as she walks back into the kitchen. "One loaf of bread, as requested."

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Thank you, George.

::sticks bread into 6-slice toaster::

Just butter those as you like them when they pop out.

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

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[swerval_zero]

Hank, I think I might love you. Need any help?

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Hmm...

Could you grate about a cup-full of cheese while I dice the potato?

[swerval_zero]

Sure thing. *grabs grater and hunk of cheese* I used to help m'da out in the kitchen all the time.

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Zero.

::finishes dicing the potato, then starts frying it with some butter in the skillet::

When you're done with that, if you could plates and silverware for you, George and me, I'd appreciate it.

[swerval_zero]

*nudges the cup of cheese toward him, then starts rummaging through cabinets*

I'll have to cook somethin' next; pay you back. How do you feel about chocolate chip bis--er, cookies?

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::grins::

Chocolate is always good. And I'm certain that yours will turn out better than my attempts last week.

[swerval_zero]

*grins back* Swerval.

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

(continued here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/177577.html?thread=7324329#t7324329))

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

The veggies are chopped, the potatos are fried, the eggs are whipped and the bread is toasting. Time to SCRAMBLE!

::brief frenzy of egg-scrambling mayhem, as ingredients go arcing through the air, only to land in the skillet at precisely the correct moment::

::satisfied with his art, Hank turns off the burner and turns to George and Zero::

Ladies, I believe that our breakfast is ready. Bring your plates, please.

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George butters the last of the toast, cutting them into triangles for effect. Pleased with the neat stack, she moves them to an extra clean plate that was handy and takes them over to where Hank awaits with the eggs. She grabs another plate to eat from.

"Thanks, Hank!" she says cheerfully.

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::scoops 1/3 of the eggs onto her plate::

[swerval_zero]

*presents herself and her plate* Feed me? *puppy dog look*

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::scoops 1/3 of the eggs onto her plate::

[swerval_zero]

*takes a bite* Yum!

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*starts working with his own stuff: spinach and feta and phyllo dough*

*finds it a little more complicated than expected and swears copiously*

Sorry, sir. Sorry Hank.
This stuff isn't easy to work with.

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::waves off the apology::

I assure you that I've heard worse.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Thanks. This class gets me tense every time.

*filling comes out fine*

We didn't exactly make a real good start, what with my stuff exploding.

[swerval_zero]

(ooc: Mmm, spanakopita.)

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Hey, you wanna be my tester?

I've never tried the stuff. i don't know how it's supposed to taste.

[swerval_zero]

*glances around before realizing he's talking to her*

What're you makin'? Oh, spanakopita? It's supposed to taste like deliciousness. And cheese.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

You, short-stuff.

Yeah, making what you said: spanner-pita.

It's something from my boyfriend's people, and I thought I'd surprise him.


*wrestles dough into sumbission and gets the tray into the oven*

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, sure. Just let me know when it's ready, yeah?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*checks timer*

I've seen you around. Like the hair.

[swerval_zero]

Thanks. I'm Zero, an' you are?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han Solo.

The spaceship over by the junkyard is mine.

*oven pings*

*opens*

This look done to you?

[swerval_zero]

Nice to meet you, Han.

*peers into the oven* Yeah, it looks all right.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*takes out*

You wanna try one?

*picks out two of the nicer ones and sets them aside, offers her her pick of the rest*

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, I said I would. *selects one, blows on it a bit, then takes a bite* Hot!

...hmm, did you decide to leave out the onion?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

No, got the onion. *holds up half of an onion, bearing cross-hatching or having been chopped*


*tries his own*

These are good.

[swerval_zero]

*takes another bite* Oh, yeah. There just wasn' any in the first bite. Not bad, Solo.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*beams that he's gotten it right*

Thanks for being my test subject.

Usually my stuff desn't turn out this well.