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fandomhigh2017-06-07 01:58 am
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Iron Fandom, Wednesday
This week's classroom set was all dark wood and chrome. A blackboard on one side had the "Iron Fandom" logo on it, along with some fancy chalk drawings of knives and cabbages.
The two hosts were joined at the judges' table this week by a cantakerous looking older gentleman who was shooting Raven dark looks.
"Really," he said. "If you'd simply mentioned there was food, I'd've been happy to come along without being dragged bodily."
Someone hadhandwavily missed being able to show his disapproval via emphasis yesterday, yes.
"I'll remember that for next time," Raven assured him, not looking even remotely chagrined.
"Well," said Jenkins. ". . . Good."
"It's just an hour-long imposition," Kathy said apologetically. "And then you'll be free to go, I promise. Think of it as being kidnapped to do radio, but with more food?"
Again, she wasn't doing anything crazy, like telling him he could go or anything like that. They had students to judge. But at least he knew it wasn't going to be permanent?
"Hi class, welcome to Iron Fandom--" Kathy paused for the musical sting they were still doing, five weeks later, "--and this is our special guest judge, er..." Oops. She hadn't gotten his name.
"Jenkins," said Jenkins, and wiggled his fingers at the students with a smirk. "Charmed."
"I hope you all —" she glanced over at Jenkins. "— all of you — like spice, because this week's secret ingredient is hot!" A pause. "Um. I think?" She grimaced and looked over at Kathy. She probably should have practiced this part. "Probably?" She was pretty sure when she ate it it had been spicy, but what if that had just happened to be a spicy recipe for it?
Er.
Kathy was not going to snicker. She wasn't. Even if Raven was kind of adorably clueless. "Kimchi," she said, taking over explanation duties, "is a staple in more Korean meals and has been for centuries. It's so ubiquitous, in fact, that many homes have a kimchi refrigerator in them, to keep kimchi fresh for longer. Like Raven said, many of them are kind of spicy, but there are about two hundred varieties available, made with different seasonings and ingredients. Most kimchi is made from pickled or fermented napa cabbage or Korean radishes, but the base ingredients can really be any kind of vegetable."
It was about then that Kathy realized she was probably going into waaay too much detail and subsided with a blush before she could start explaining which kimchi was appropriate for what season.
Well. At least Jenkins looked interested?
"That's right," Raven said. "We're going to make you guys make an appetizer, a main course, and a dessert out of pickled vegetables." She grinned. "Aren't you so glad you're in this class?"
The two hosts were joined at the judges' table this week by a cantakerous looking older gentleman who was shooting Raven dark looks.
"Really," he said. "If you'd simply mentioned there was food, I'd've been happy to come along without being dragged bodily."
Someone had
"I'll remember that for next time," Raven assured him, not looking even remotely chagrined.
"Well," said Jenkins. ". . . Good."
"It's just an hour-long imposition," Kathy said apologetically. "And then you'll be free to go, I promise. Think of it as being kidnapped to do radio, but with more food?"
Again, she wasn't doing anything crazy, like telling him he could go or anything like that. They had students to judge. But at least he knew it wasn't going to be permanent?
"Hi class, welcome to Iron Fandom--" Kathy paused for the musical sting they were still doing, five weeks later, "--and this is our special guest judge, er..." Oops. She hadn't gotten his name.
"Jenkins," said Jenkins, and wiggled his fingers at the students with a smirk. "Charmed."
"I hope you all —" she glanced over at Jenkins. "— all of you — like spice, because this week's secret ingredient is hot!" A pause. "Um. I think?" She grimaced and looked over at Kathy. She probably should have practiced this part. "Probably?" She was pretty sure when she ate it it had been spicy, but what if that had just happened to be a spicy recipe for it?
Er.
Kathy was not going to snicker. She wasn't. Even if Raven was kind of adorably clueless. "Kimchi," she said, taking over explanation duties, "is a staple in more Korean meals and has been for centuries. It's so ubiquitous, in fact, that many homes have a kimchi refrigerator in them, to keep kimchi fresh for longer. Like Raven said, many of them are kind of spicy, but there are about two hundred varieties available, made with different seasonings and ingredients. Most kimchi is made from pickled or fermented napa cabbage or Korean radishes, but the base ingredients can really be any kind of vegetable."
It was about then that Kathy realized she was probably going into waaay too much detail and subsided with a blush before she could start explaining which kimchi was appropriate for what season.
Well. At least Jenkins looked interested?
"That's right," Raven said. "We're going to make you guys make an appetizer, a main course, and a dessert out of pickled vegetables." She grinned. "Aren't you so glad you're in this class?"
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