fandomhigh | 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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She nodded. "These're good, but," Kaylee lowered her voice. "I bet yours'd be better."

"I haven't made pancakes in awhile," Ned said. "I think you can put strawberries in them."

Kaylee's eyes were huge.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you just have to cut them up really small and bake them into the batter." Ned was making plans now. "You do that with chocolate chips too."

"...you can put chocolate chips in pancakes?" she asked, bouncing a little in her seat. "Why hasn't anyone told me before?"

"Maybe you didn't ask?" he suggested, laughing at her obvious excitement.

"But still!" she protested, grinning.

"Well, I told you now," he said. "So, now you know. And you can make plans for me to cook them."

"That sounds like I'm bein' bossy," she decided. "Surprise me!"

"Okay," he said, letting his brain whirl with thought. "Maybe one weekend. When we can sleep in and stuff."

"You'd have t'put on pants."

Kaylee had skipped ahead a few thoughts.

"Well, yeah," he said, blinking. "That would be a requirement."

"I wonder if I would," she pondered.

"If you would have to put on pants?" Ned asked.

"Right," she said, nodding. "I could eat in bed! Naked!"

"What if you got syrup and stuff on you?" Ned asked. "Sticky."

Kaylee just leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You don't want me to answer that in class. How're your pancakes?"

"They're good," he said, nodding down at them. "Syrupy but not so much that they make the pancake itself soggy."

"You're like an expert," she said, giggling.

"Not really," he said and shrugged. "I've just had pancakes enough to know what I like."

"You're a, um...." She thought of the word she wanted. "Conniser!"

Connoisseur, Kaylee. Connoisseur.

"Conniser?" Ned repeated, trying to work that one out. "Oh, connoisseur!"

"Right, s'what I said. See, I know fancy words," she said proudly.

"Yes, you do," he said. "I'm not really a connoisseur but that's nice of you to say. I don't eat pancakes nearly enough to be an expert."

"You're a pie con -- conno -- thingie, though," she tried.

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