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fandomhigh2010-09-20 06:50 am
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Food Appreciation [Week 4, Period 4, Mon. 9/20]
When the students arrived, John was ready. He had the classroom arranged into a seriously long table with a white cloth covering the whole thing. There were seats on both sides for everyone to get in and in the center of the table were platters full of unwrapped cakes.
"I'm betting some of you guys recognize the snack cake before you. Hostess has been making this thing since the 1930s if you believe the internet. The Twinkie is a sponge cake filled with vanilla cream. It's both tasty and capable of withstanding tremendous testing. I know, some would argue that a Twinkie is not actual food but more like kindling with its excessively long freshness date, but the steak I was planning to talk about this week didn't work out. I blame too much alcohol and weird dates this weekend. So instead of studying a map of beef, we're gonna have a little contest to see who can consume the most Twinkies in the shortest amount of time. Now, I've seen a guy eat a dozen in five minutes, but I'm not trying to break your stomachs in week four of class. For those fearful of stuffing themselves, I've also provided coffee and milk in thermoses at the other end of the table there." Sometimes he could be kind toward the sane people.
"Before we begin, I'd like to recite some poems I found in my online research this morning:
Moist golden sponge cake.
Creamy white filling of joy.
Boy, I love Twinkies! "
It was so true and simple, really.
"Is the Twinkie smart?
Is it just ignoring us?
Maybe never know.
"Now that our deep thoughts moment is over, is everybody ready to eat? No questions?" He'd pause and answer them if needed, but the moment he was done, John smacked the timer on the table in front of him and it started counting down.
"I'm betting some of you guys recognize the snack cake before you. Hostess has been making this thing since the 1930s if you believe the internet. The Twinkie is a sponge cake filled with vanilla cream. It's both tasty and capable of withstanding tremendous testing. I know, some would argue that a Twinkie is not actual food but more like kindling with its excessively long freshness date, but the steak I was planning to talk about this week didn't work out. I blame too much alcohol and weird dates this weekend. So instead of studying a map of beef, we're gonna have a little contest to see who can consume the most Twinkies in the shortest amount of time. Now, I've seen a guy eat a dozen in five minutes, but I'm not trying to break your stomachs in week four of class. For those fearful of stuffing themselves, I've also provided coffee and milk in thermoses at the other end of the table there." Sometimes he could be kind toward the sane people.
"Before we begin, I'd like to recite some poems I found in my online research this morning:
Moist golden sponge cake.
Creamy white filling of joy.
Boy, I love Twinkies! "
It was so true and simple, really.
"Is the Twinkie smart?
Is it just ignoring us?
Maybe never know.
"Now that our deep thoughts moment is over, is everybody ready to eat? No questions?" He'd pause and answer them if needed, but the moment he was done, John smacked the timer on the table in front of him and it started counting down.
Re: Food [F4]
Re: Food [F4]
She raised an eyebrow and grinned at him as she reached for a cake with one hand, finishing it in one bite as she reached for the next twinkie with the other.