Baking: Sweet and Savory | Monday, 3rd period

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal began class today with everyone at the central island, and nodded at them. "Before we begin, I should perhaps apologize; as you have been informed, I was a reptile last week, and unable to teach."

He paused for a moment. The things he'd never thought he'd hear himself saying!

"I would like to thank Sparkle for his initiative," he nodded to him, "and for his inventiveness in ways of not burning things. However he may have done it." Because microwaves? Honestly, Sparkle? Hannibal was looking slightly pained.

"So, to follow, I thought we would learn to cook brownies in an actual oven." He presented a recipe and its variants on the wall. "As with the mochi, this is a simple recipe that can be altered any number of ways depending upon your preferences. The key to the base is to use quality chocolate and cocoa. Beyond that, there are no new techniques in this recipe, merely application and experimentation." He smiled. "And of course, eating. Enjoy."

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Re: Cook your food!

[never-dull.livejournal.com]

"Is there a problem, Ms Li?" Hannibal asked. It was hard to miss the difference in her today.

Re: Cook your food!

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy had been staring off into the distance, a broken egg in her hands with the whites oozing out of the shell, unnoticed. If she'd been content with jumping when Dr. Lecter had startled her, it was possible the egg could have been salvaged. Unfortunately, almost a year of crime-fighting had changed her reflexes a bit. Instead of just starting in place, Kathy's arm lashed out in a defensive snap, half an egg hurtling through the air directly at the 'threat'.

Re: Cook your food!

[never-dull.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, Hannibal had rather good reflexes of his own, though they weren't quite up to superhero standards.

Unfortunately, that meant he could only partially dodge the egg, and it ended up splatting on the shoulder of his jacket.

His custom-tailored silk jacket.

He was looking at you, Kathy. Just looking.

Re: Cook your food!

[spin_kick_snap]

"Oh, shit." Kathy's eyes were huge and she clapped her hand over her mouth. Why of all times did she have to resort to profanity now?

Oh right. Because there was raw egg splattered all over Dr. Lecter's nice , probably expensive suit. 'Shit' was pretty damn accurate.

That, at least, was enough to break her temporary horrified paralysis. "I'm sorry!" she squeaked, leaping forward with a napkin to maybe try to blot the egg off. "Ohmigosh, Dr. Lecter, I'm so super-sorry! I didn't mean to--!"

Re: Cook your food!

[never-dull.livejournal.com]

Hannibal stopped the napkin short and picked off as much of the egg as he could, dropping it to the counter. "If you had intended that, you would be looking at several detentions and paying for this jacket," he told her sternly. "Perhaps you should pay better attention to this class, Ms Li."

Re: Cook your food!

[spin_kick_snap]

"N-no, I would never, I'm so sorry," Kathy stuttered. "I was just started and acted without thinking."

Re: Cook your food!

[never-dull.livejournal.com]

"Please start thinking," Hannibal told her. "And cooking." He had a jacket to get cleaned.

Re: Cook your food!

[spin_kick_snap]

"Yessir," Kathy stuttered. "Sorry, sir. I'll be more careful."

For roughly the next five minutes, at least.