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Food Appreciation [Class One, Period #3]

When the students came into the classroom today they would notice that it was set up like a usual classroom except for a loooooooong table in the front of the room. It was covered in all sorts of food. Seriously. A ridiculous amount of food. Marshall was standing beside it, eying the food hungrily. He couldn't wait until it was time to eat. When it looked like everyone was in the room, Marshall tore his attention away from the food and onto the students.

"Hi guys. For those of you who don't know, I'm Marshall Eriksen and this is Food Appreciation," he said with a smile. "This class is exactly what it sounds like. We're here to appreciate food. I tried to make it seem like there's rhyme or reason to this class and we're not just stuffing our faces but...we're here to stuff our faces. Don't tell the principal."

"Your T.A. for this class is Miss. Peters. She's pretty much awesome and she's perfectly capable of taking over the class if I'm not here," he said, smiling over at Francine. "Some of you guys look familiar and some of you are new to me so let's start today with some introductions. Just give me your name, your favorite food and tell me something about yourself. I'll go first. I'm Marshall, and, yes, just call me Marshall. Mr. Eriksen still weirds me out. My favorite food is any type of candy and I'm married to Ms. Aldrin, who is another teacher here. And, um...I've won a slap bet. Okay. Who's next?"

After the introductions Marshall clapped his hands together and pointed at the table of food. "Okay, today we're going to start with the most obvious food to start with: breakfast. It is the most important meal of the day. There is nothing worse than going through a day without breakfast. I guarantee you ninety percent of the time when you run into a grumpy person during your day they are grumpy because they didn't have a good breakfast. Eat it. Every day. It can be simple, some cereal, some fruit, yogurt. You won't regret it."

"Now we've got a ton of breakfast food that I got the cafeteria to mix up. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles..." Marshall said, pointing at the various stuff on the table. "We're also getting New York with the bagels and lox and--ooh, there's a strip steak. Steak and eggs are the best. And oh! For you guys going to college: leftover pizza. Trust me, get used to it. Don't heat it up. You're most likely going to eat it cold."

"Okay, so there's plates and silverware up here and juice, coffee and other drinks in the back," Marshall said. "Get eating. Talk to each other about breakfast food."

Yep. This was going to be the best class ever.

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"Pizza's great, don't get me wrong," she shrugged. "But it's morning college food and I'm not going to college."

"Why not?"

"Lack of funds," she said simply. "And I'm not exactly scholarship material." Let's not get into beauty pageant scholarships; that's what ended her up here.

"Well, all the more reason to live the lifestyle now. That way, you don't miss out."

Amber raised her brows, grinned. "Yah? Because pizza with my pancakes will sure do it."

"Especially if you're stoned. And listening to the Shins a lot."

"I've never been stoned," she admitted. "And who are the Shins?"

"Crazy indie band." Priestly had only actually been stoned once. But he'd heard lots of stories from Trucker since he started frequenting the man's sub shop. "They're not bad, I guess."

"Uh," she said. "Cool." Amber had no idea what an indie band sounded like. She listened to Britney Spears. Mainly. Sometimes classic rock if she was in the mood. "What's being stoned like?" Because she had to ask.

"Uh." Priestly wasn't exactly sure how to describe it. "Everything's, like, more. Like brighter and sharper and stuff? But mellow."

"Kind of like living like a hippie, yah?" Peace. Love. All that crap.

"Yeah." Trucker was a hippie, so Priestly felt he had an authority on this. "Or like having ADD."

"Uh," she said. "Cool. I don't think I'll ever do it. I can't even smoke a cigarette without choking, even though my ma smokes a million packs a day." Amber only choked once, but she didn't need a repeat.

"Yeah, cigarettes are nasty. But you don't have to smoke. You could get those brownie things or something."

Hee. "Really? You know how to make them?"

Um. No.

"Sure."

It couldn't be that hard to find a recipe, right? The internet had everything.

"You make them often?" she said, just now really paying attention to his t-shirt. Which, yeah, made her snicker.

Not even a little.

"Oh, yeah, totally. Well, I mean, I used to. I dunno where on the island to get the ingredients, here."

"I do," Amber said, grinning impishly.

She did?

Oh.

"But you said you've never. . . ."

"I haven't," she said. "Doesn't mean I don't know where you can get the ingredients to make the brownies."

"Oh. Well, uh. Cool."

"Just in case you were ever wondering," she said, not at all thinking he ate brownies like that on a regular basis or anything.

"So, you settling in okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. Meeting lots of cool people, all that."

"Awesome!" she said, biting off the end of a sausage link.

Oooh! She almost forgot about her conversation with Claudia on AIM yesterday.

She gave Priestly an odd look, then asked, "You have a girlfriend?"

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