Home Ec, Tuesday, Period 1

[vdistinctive]

"Right." Eliot clapped his hands. Too much had happened in too short an amount of time -- again -- and he was full of tightly controlled manic energy. "Today's project takes for freaking ever, so we're going to jump right in." He dropped a box onto the teacher's desk and pulled out a sack of flour, a canister of salt, a packet of yeast, a bowl, and a mug. "We're makin' bread."

He looked over the ingredients and rolled his eyes, then picked up the mug, spun it once around on his finger, and tore open the flour. "Nevermind that this process is so goddamn time consuming that almost no one in the modern era bothers doin' it themselves unless they got a machine or they get paid for it." He scooped out two and a half mugs full of flour and tossed them into the bowl. "At least the recipe we're workin' with is dead simple. It's also real specific that this ain't the kind of bread you punch and slam around when you're kneadin' it, but if that's what you're feelin' today -- I ain't gonna blame you a bit." He added the salt, yeast, and water and stuck his hands in. "You can use a spoon for the mixing if you like, but honestly, this stuff is gonna get all over your hands later anyway. Might as well dive right in the deep end right away." He looked up from the dough and around at the students. "The ingredients are on your tables, guys, get to it. Sooner you get it mixed, sooner you can goof off half the class while we let it rise. Then maybe I'll show y'all how to whip up a nice bruschetta to put on this stuff once it's all done."

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Kneady

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[yogurtvore]

Blue Sargent

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[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe

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[crimson_sister]

Lucille Sharpe

Listen to the lecture

[vdistinctive]

Right up until the part where he glares at you and tells you to follow along.

Didn't they just have a lesson about reading all the directions first?

Re: Listen to the lecture

[vrajna_kralis]

Oh, bread! This was easy! Hyacinthe had made bread with his mother a thousand times, usually in the winter when laundry was slow and the price of bread was high. The only hard part he could foresee was translating the units in the recipe to ones he knew from back home.

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[crimson_sister]

Not that Lucille was going to admit it, but this might actually be useful in the future. She and Thomas wouldn't be able to afford servants for some time when they returned.

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[era_two_triangle]

Weren't you so happy you had an inorganic alien lifeform in your classroom, Eliot? Weren't you?

Peridot was putting her hand up in the air. Not because she knew that was generally how it was done in a classroom, but because she was stinkin' tiny, and people might not see her if she didn't.

"What is bread?"

So happy, right?

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[vdistinctive]

Eliot totally wanted to answer her properly. He really did. But how the hell did you explain something as basic as bread?

"It's food," he said finally. "A really common, staple food, made of -- you know what, you'll get to see it first hand once these all get cooked. So, uh. Just know it's food, and I ain't gonna be offended if you end up usin' yours for something else when it's all done, alright? It'll be yours. You can -- give it to a friend or mop up an oil stain or wear it as a hat -- whatever you like."

He wondered what an inorganic alien lifeform would manage to produce, following the recipe, when she had no real concept of what it was she was making as she did it. Well, this might be a fun experiment for everone.

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[era_two_triangle]

Peridot squinted in thought for a moment, and then she nodded, satisfied with the answer. It wouldn't be of any practical use to her, but perhaps she could make some use of this 'bread' in some other manner. Or find somebody who liked food.

"Then I have one more question," she decided, and then gestured to the workstations. "Do you have a ladder?"

Make bread!

[vdistinctive]

Peasant bread, to be precise. Which by woowhoo handwavy Fandom magic you all have time to do in one class period.

Re: Make bread!

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe never shied away from getting his hands dirty and happily spent the first part of class stretching and pulling the dough, losing himself in the muscle memory of it.

Re: Make bread!

[crimson_sister]

Lucille glanced at Hyacinthe, who clearly knew how to do this, while her own dough just stuck to her fingers.

And perhaps she could be forgiven for thinking about other things too when she watched his hands.

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[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe felt someone watching him and glanced up. He grinned when he saw it was Lucille--and then that grin deepened into a smirk when he saw how intently she was watching his hands. "Enjoying the assignment, cherie?" he asked, his fingers massaging the dough in his hand.

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[vdistinctive]

Eliot made his way over during a quieter moment of the class period, under the auspices of checking out Hyacinthe's bread progress.

. . . That was some fine looking bread, actually.

"So, uh. I owe you an apology."

Re: Make bread!

[vrajna_kralis]

He was better with flatbreads, actually, but a loaf of peasant loaf was well within the skills he'd learned from his mother.

"Oh?" Hyacinthe asked, turning towards Eliot, though he kept one eye on his dough to make sure he didn't over-knead it. "Then you realized that I am not a liar." Beat. "About the dromonde."

It was an important distinction.

Re: Make bread!

[boneyard_girl]

Ada totally knew how to make bread! Unless you were near one of those week-old bread outlets that sold a lot for cheap, her family went through too much bread for buying it to be cost-effective.

These loaves were just...kinda little. In comparison to what she usually made.

Still, Ada carefully rolled up her sleeves just past her wrists (after discreetly checking to make sure none of the scales on the underside of her forearm were showing). The scars along her wrists were going to show, since she hadn't put on any glitter or bracelets, but she was counting on the fact everyone else would be too busy to notice.

She didn't know what a bru-chetta was or whatever, but Ada quickly had her hands in the dough. Paying attention to getting it even and working out the lumps was way more preferable than paying attention to the mood of the room.

Re: Make bread!

[era_two_triangle]

Peridot, perched up on the table like a tiny green triangular vulture, set right to work following the instructions as precisely as she could. Which was... actually fairly accurately, all things considered. This was chemistry, after all.

She was, however, covered head-to-toe in flour by the time she was done, and more than a little annoyed with all the goop that was left clinging to her hands at a few points throughout the creation of... bread.

The end result was probably actually edible, if not exactly made with love or anything like that.

Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

He's being good and carefully stretching his dough instead of punching it.

If this class had happened yesterday, he would be punching it.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo wasn't in this class, but she knew that Alluka was. And, uh, given that Alluka wasn't around at the moment Ringo wanted to stop by and make sure that Eliot didn't worry about her.

Even though there was definitely cause for worry.

"Um, Mr. Spencer?" Ringo's tone was diffident, as if she was kind of worried she might get yelled at for being somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.

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[vdistinctive]

"Ringo." Eliot gave her a small 'you're not in trouble' smile. "What can I do for you?"

OOC

[vdistinctive]

I totally did this recipe last weekend. And have spent the entire week showing people photos and going "I MADE BREAD!" Like so:


I MADE BREAD!

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[vrajna_kralis]

YAY BREAD!

Congrats, bb!

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[uncertain_dume]

I want homemade bread. *grabby hands*

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[never-dull.livejournal.com]

Spiffy!

Now I wanna make bread.