fandomhigh | International Cuisine | Monday, first period

When they stepped out of the portal this time, they were in front of a brightly colored building across from a cemetery. The air was humid.

"We are currently in New Orleans, Louisiana," Hannibal explained. "It's within the same country as Baltimore, so you needn't worry about the language for the most part," he assured them. "This area was home to indigenous peoples, then settled by the French. It was also briefly held by the Spanish. It is a major port city, and was home to many slaves and free people of color."

He gestured around them. "Its culture and its food are thus something of a melting pot. A mix of French, Spanish, African, Native American, and a number of other influences. There are two main cuisines locally, often combined - Cajun and Creole. Seafood is popular, as are a number of farm-raised meats. Caribbean and African spices are not uncommon. Our meal today will offer a variety, and I encourage you to explore."

He smiled at the students. "And I would like to thank you all for being a delightful class, and I hope you have enjoyed yourselves as much as I have. Now, enjoy."

And with that, he led them into the restaurant.

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Lottie ordered herself some foie gras and turtle soup and gumbo and shrimp and grits and tried to decide why someone would make a pie out of tree nuts.

Then she ordered that, too and got her answer: because it was delicious.

"So, not a disappointing class, even though we made it to France only once?" Hannibal asked.

"Well," Lottie said, making a show of thinking this over. "I think there could have been a lot more sausages. But otherwise, I suppose it wasn't too disappointing."

Hannibal chuckled. "Maybe next summer term. Sausages 101."

You could hide a multitude of sins in sausages.

"I could cook for one of them!" Lottie offered. "I'll make my specialty: sausages surprise!"

Her 'surprise' was likely waaaaaaay less surprising than any of Hannibal's.

Likely, yes.

"Can you say what the surprise is?" Hannibal asked, amused.

"That is a Grote family secret." So secret even her mother and sister didn't know it.

"In that case, I won't ask," Hannibal promised, grinning. "But you shall have to let me try it sometime."

"Of course! It's the talk of Tackleford."

That wasn't even remotely an indicator that it was good. It was at least edible.

While Hannibal's standards for "good" might be very high, his standards for "edible" were...flexible.

"I look forward to it. I'll have to let you try some of mine as well. I use a number of different recipes." Some didn't even involve sapient beings.

"I suppose you must," Lottie said. "What with knowin all these regional cuisines and all."

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