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Competitive Cooking - Wednesday, Period 3 [7/14]

Piper was a bit distracted today since her mind was on the dreams she'd been having. So she just got right to it.

"Morning everyone. Today, you'll actually get to cook something," she greeted. "The instructions are simple today. I'd like for you to pair up and make anything you want as long as apples are involved somehow. That's going to be your secret ingredient. Afterward, Angela, Hoshi, and I will judge the results."

She realized that could possibly be a health hazard, and that she was asking a lot of her TAs. "Anyway, if you have any questions, any of us are available to answer them. Now, get to it and have fun!"

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"But aren't ponchos rather unattractive articles of clothing?"

Clearly Rilla had her priorities in order.

"Hey, if you want to get apple chunks lodged on your clothes that's up to you," Dandelion said pulling out a cast iron frying pan. "Okay. No hammer. We'll just use this to smash apples."

"Oh merciful heavens," Rilla squeaked, ducking behind the counter for cover.

"See, this is why we need ponchos," Dandelion said as he raised the pan overhead and brought it down on an apple, effectively making it smooshy.

"Susan would never let you near her kitchen!" Rilla cried.

Dandelion paused for a moment as she wiped some apple off her face.

"Funny. They don't let me near the kitchen at home either."

"Can't imagine why," Rilla said a little dryly, picking apple from her hair. "Should we try picking the seeds out of the sauce?"

"Those won't add extra flavor?" Dandelion asked as she started scooping apple smoosh into a bowl.

"I believe they might be poisonous," Rilla said earnestly.

"These tiny things?" Dandelion said picking up one and eyeballing it. "Really?"

Just to be sure she licked one.

Rilla clasped her hands over her mouth in horror.

Dandelion smacked her lips a couple of times and tossed the seed over her shoulder. "Guess I'm immune to poison. Who knew?"

"Are you quite all right?" Rilla asked faintly.

"Absolutely!" Dandelion said shoving the bowl of smooshed apple at Rilla. "Now we just need to add whatever crap we need to make it applesauce!"

"Cinnamon, I think," Rilla said. "Maybe some sugar?"

"But they will be expecting that, won't they?" Dandelion asked. "Maybe we should make it Cajun."

Rilla should be having a bad feeling about this, but, sadly, was from the wrong canon.

"Cajun?" she echoed.

"Yeah! Spice it up!" Dandelion said enthusiastically. "Or even better... blackened."

Dandelion had no business being near a kitchen.

"I don't think applesauce is supposed to be black," Rilla offered.

"Then we'll be the first ones to do it!" Dandelion exclaimed. "We'll be trailblazers!"

"Do we want to blaze this trail?" Rilla replied.

"Okay," Dandelion said with a sigh. "We'll just add booze to it then. And make it flambe."

"You want to set it on fire?"

Less shrieking, please, Rilla.

"Think of the dramatic effect!"

"Think of my eyebrows!" Rilla countered.

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