fandomhigh | Survive Your Own Cooking - 3rd period

Today Deadpool was in mittens and had a nice, warm hat on. It wasn't cold enough to warrant that, really, but he thought it helped the class.

And it insulated his hands when touching hot things! It was a win/win.

"So, the days are getting shorter and chillier and you know what we all want to eat around this time of year?" A beat. "Other than donuts. Or fried chicken. Or turkey."

He could really keep going on this.

Deadpool shook his head. "Soup! I meant soup! The kind that is a bubbling cauldron of deliciousness that sits on the stove for hours on end! With bits of animal bones in it and smells vaguely of many a spice."

Now he wanted the damn soup.

"So, we're going to us that skill with boiling water today kiddos! You split up and pick what kind of stock you want your soup base to be--because we don't have the time to get you to make your own, even though Alton Brown is rolling in his grave with Betty Crocker-- and then you can make whatever soup strikes your fancy!"

A beat.

"But not Gazpacho. Even though it's delicious. It's a cold soup and that defeats the entire purpose."

He cleared his throat. "Try not to scald yourselves horribly during this!"

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Marco glanced around for a partner who wouldn't mind the concept of "toss everything in the pot and see what happens".

Something about the way that other guy was looking around for a partner told Cal that the two of them might be on the right wavelength. He worked his way over, still on his crutches although his shins were feeling better, and said, "So. Soup."

"Boil water and add stuff?" Marco guessed. "Dude, why the crutches?"

"I think that's all there is to it, yeah," Cal said, nodding slightly as he eyed the soup pot. "Good thing we covered boiling water, huh?"

There was a pause where he decided whether or not to say anything about the crutches.

"Don't even ask about the crutches, man..."

"At least it wasn't a poodle?" Marco said. "And yeah, cause I don't think I'll ever manage to get the water to go all hot and stuff on my own." There was an eye roll. "So tossing veggies, right?"

"Poodle?"

True, it probably wasn't fair of Cal to ask, since he'd told the other guy not to ask about the crutches, but something just had to be asked.

"And yeah, as soon as we pick a stock base. You a chicken or beef kind of guy? Oooh. Or a tomato base might be really good, but that could be getting a bit fancy for our abilities."

Marco nodded somberly. "Poddle. It ate my jeans." He really hated poodles.

"...Chicken. I figure there's less room for error, unless you're actually a really good cook?"

"I wouldn't say good," Cal admitted with a faint grin, "but I did hang out in the kitchen a lot when my mom and aunt were cooking."

"And do you mean like...ate the whole pair of jeans, or just part of it? The important parts, I'm guessing. Because, if it ate the whole thing...I think that one probably came back around to haunt the poodle in the long run."

Marco shook his head. "I wish, he just gnawed up the leg of my favorite jeans, and then went on yipping for two hours while my step-mom scolded me for aggravating her poodle." He paused. "I wonder what happened to that blasted dog anyway." He picked up the chicken stock and handed it to Cal. "Lead on then. All the soup I ever cooked came out of a can and had very specific microwave instructions attached."

Cal, leaning on one of his crutches, turned the range on low before taking the stock from Marco and pouring it in. "Why anyone would want a dog like that," he remarked, "is beyond me."

"And what are your thoughts on garlic?"

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