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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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He's here!

oof.

Lottie Grote

Lottie popped up on her tip-toes to try to get a better look at the cemetery across the street as soon as she heard they were in New Orleans. She fully expected to see a voodoo priest or something.

In her world there would absolutely be some sort of shady eldritch dealings going on in that cemetery.

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.

Mabel Pines

"Ohmygosh it's so blue," Mabel whispered, standing there in awe. She was excited about the food as well, of course, and the being in New Orleans, and the cemetery got a bit of a side-eye, but until they actually got inside, that was going to be the sticking point.

So much blue.

Mabel had to get herself the Soups 1-1-1 just so she could try a little bit of all three, and the grilled crawfish and gnocci, because it would be a sin and a shame to be in New Orleans and not sample the crawfish.

And then she noticed that there was a selection of cheese and had to get that too, along with all that came with, and--

Did she have to leave? Ever?

Alana

The blueberry mojito salad sounded refreshing in the heat,so Alana started with that and then moved on to the quail, with bread pudding for dessert.

When she finished, she was very, very full and very, very happy.

Cosette Fauchelevent

It was kind of a shame that Cosette had never really experienced that much variety in French cuisine back home, or she might have had a lot more interesting insight into the food here, but as it was she couldn't help ordering a lot of the French-influenced dishes just to see what they were like anyway.

Much spicier, that was for sure.

This turned out to be an excellent idea anyway, because the cochon de lait cassoulet was . . . let's just say she didn't quite realize exactly what the noises she was making sounded like.

There were regrettably no eldritch dealings (at least at the moment), although some of the mausoleums were rather picturesque.

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

"It is, isn't it?" Hannibal liked blue as a rule, but the bright teal was...well, he wouldn't paint his house like that.

"You're a fan of this cuisine, I see," Hannibal noted, amused.

"So, are you planning on taking any of our foods back home with you?" Hannibal asked curiously.

[OOC: OMG I hadn't seen that salad. WANT. o.o]

"Do I need to ask what you think of it?" Hannibal said, chuckling.

"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."

"It isn't what I expected," Cosette said, looking apologetic because she'd had to chew and swallow before she replied, and that took a few seconds. "The flavors are certainly very different, but it's wonderful."

"I'll probably bring home a cookbook and some of my favorite snacks?" Alana said, shrugging a little. "Lots of the ingredients are ~~handwavily~~ different so I'm not sure how much it'll translate, but I'll try. I don't want to let allthis go that easy."

Kaylin Neya

"It's the sort of blue that makes me kind of wonder if this is what it would feel like if my eyes turned inside-out," Mabel decided, staring for a moment more before turning a grin in Hannibal's direction. "Azure don't know what they were thinking, but I can teal you it's pretty aggressive."

Bop bop.

"Let's be real," Mabel laughed, "I've been a fan of pretty much every cuisine we've had during this workshop. Is the turtle soup really made out of turtle?"

Because she'd eaten it, and it was delicious, but she was retroactively not certain how to feel about that.

"It is," Hannibal answered. "Is that a problem?"

You were talking to the wrong teacher about qualms with meat, Mabel.

Mabel shook her head thoughtfully.

"Not really," she decided after a moment. "It's just not exactly a meat you see at the supermarket or anything. I've never had turtle before."

A beat.

"And never really considered that I might."

Seriously, Mabel, there were plenty of meats out there that you'd never even consider. Just ask your teacher here.

Hannibal raised an eyebrow at her.

"Icy you're a punster. However, we can't stay here until midnight, and slate enough as it is, so I must ask you indigo." He bowed her toward the door.

"Never hold yourself back because something is outside of what you expect," Hannibal advised. "Experiencing new things helps you to grow."

"That sounds like an excellent plan." Hannibal nodded. "If you have any questions I can answer, I'm happy to help."

Well, Hannibal had just tied himself with Parker on Mabel's 'Best Teacher EVER' list, with that. And it was entirely possible that she was making happy squeaky sounds as she made her way toward the door. After all, most people just sort of groaned and pretended she wasn't making mouth-sounds.

"It's cyan-tifically proven that a bit of humor helps the digestion," she announced, giving a little curtsy in turn. "Even better than running lapis! But I admiral these menus, so let's sea what's in there!"

You'd encouraged her, Hannibal.

Now it would never end.

"Some true-blue advice if ever I heard any," Mabel decreed. Because if you give the girl an inch... "That's why I enjoyed this class so much, I think. There were a lot of things we had that I never would have even thought of as food, and now I'm glad I can."

"I'm pleased you enjoy it. Cajun food is more strongly influenced by French than most cuisines in the US, but I imagine it's still rather far from home. Particularly if you aren't used to the spices."

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

You could hide a multitude of sins in sausages.

"I'm not," Cosette confirmed. "Father's tastes are very simple, and the sisters at the convent were hardly what you might call extravagant about meals."

That was being very generous about it, really.

"And that's why I keep taking your classes, monsieur. Even after all this time I feel I've hardly scratched the surface of the kinds of food to be had in the world." She paused, and chuckled. "To say nothing of the worlds some of the others come from."

"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."

"It's fascinating, isn't it?" Hannibal smiled back. "There is always so much to learn. So many new things."

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

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

"In that case, I have done my job." Hannibal gave her a little bow. "I hope you'll continue to explore new foods from now on."

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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