fandomhigh | The Mid-Century Cookbook; Tuesday, First Period [06/18].

It took a lot for Summer to actually get herself out of bed that morning, because she was not feeling great, and in addition to those spots she noticed getting itchier and bigger, her head felt like it had been run over by a mack truck and then set on fire. So that was fun! And whatever bug she caught, she really, really hoped it was just a quick thing because tomorrow was supposed to be her birthday party, but this was Fandom, yeah freakin' right, maybe she should just cancel the thing right now, because there was no way someone just got a twenty-four hour flu and that was it around here.

She wanted to just stay home and rest up and try to get better before tomorrow, but it was the last class of the semester, she couldn't miss that, but as soon as she was done delivering her final disgusting monstrosity (and it was a doozy; if these students didn't hate her already, she was pretty sure this would do the trick, and there was no chance in hell she was seeing any of them next session, which was a shame, because she did like them, despite the food), she was going home, grabbing all the cold medicine she could off the shelves at T&C, and hiding under a blanket for the rest of the day.

"Okay, guys," she said, with not quite her usual cheer, but she tried, dammit, "this is the last one and then you're free of my cullinary tyrany. It's an easy one, but, man, is it a doozy, involving flavor packets, processed meat, and aeresol cheese. Today....we make bolonga cake."

And weep. Weep for all eternity.

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Like it's your last time having to do this.

"Again," said Summer, who was definitely struggling a bit to get through this, so her usual verve and manic glee over these culinary sins were siginficantly diminished, "it's pretty easy but pretty epic. Everything's pretty much already prepared except for our 'frosting,' so we're going to start with that. Take the cream cheese and put it into a bowl, add the ranch dressing flavor packet to it, and mix it up real good. With hand mixers. For...er...authenticity."

Not because the idea of using the very loud stand mixers right now made her want to tear open her scalp and rip out her brain or anything, no.

"And now, we layer. Place down one slice of bologna, maybe two if you'd like your layers a little thicker, then spread over some of the cream cheese ranch frosting on top. Then the next layer of bologna, cream cheese, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum, or until you just run out of bologna. If you really want to impress your guest, get as many packages of bologna as you can and see just how high you can go! For today, though, we're just sticking with the one, let's not get too crazy over here. When all your bologna is used up, we're just going ot spread the remainder of the cream cheese over the stack, covering it on all sides until it's frosted like a cake.

"Now we decorate, and I'd like you guys to get creative with this part, but you have to use the spray cheese on at least the top and the side, I've got some parsley and cilantro and olives and toothpicks, so just use all of that to make it pretty, and then scatter some crackers on the bottom to complete the look. To serve, just slice into it like a cake, slap that slice on a cracker, and try not to think about what this lovely little morsel is doing to your arteries."

To conclude, she gave a slightly wincing, unenthusiastic little, "Ta-da! Bologna cake."

Just think of all the fun designs you can make with that spray cheese!

And be glad that this is your final instead of the other possibilty that Summer eschewed due to her not feeling well, which was definitely going to be a battle of the popsicles.

But even she couldn't handle that shit right now.

Or don't. Not talking to Summer right now is also a very good option, but she's still here if you need her for anything.

I'm actually really sad that we didn't get to do the popsicle battle, but I also couldn't NOT have bologna cake.

What a conundrum.

Okuyasu Nijimura

Okuyasu presented his terrible cake... and then raised his hand (and also The Hand) and just erased it from existence.

"...No one should ever eat that," he declared.

"Hey, man," said Summer, who just sort of wanted to go home and go to bed and try to get this out of her system before her birthday tomorrow, come on, immune system, really?, so she was in no mood to be impressed by magically disappearing bologna cakes. "You didn't even try it, so you categorically forfeit all ability to knock it.

"Neat trick, though," she added mildly, "but can you bring it back?"

Then she might be...a little impressed. Especially if it managed to come back the way it left, and not some nightmarishly twisted version of its former self, like what usually showed up when her grampa tried to bring stuff back from the brink or wherever he sent them off to.

"...I don't know it goes," Okuyasu admitted. "So... no. No I can't."

He also didn't want to.

Summer's head tilted slightly (not too much, because moving the head reminded the head just how much it hurt right now), and an eyebrow quirked coolly.

"So," she said, "you just may have totally subjected some poor, unsuspecting, innocent dimension to that thing, huh? Just like that."

Okuyasu thought about that for a second.

"Not the worst thing I've done that to, probably," he said.

Okay, well...now Summer was....well, impressed was still too strong a word for it, but there was always enough of that edge-of-evil-villain in her that she was definitely intrigued, especially since that edge seemed precariously smaller as the day seemed to be going on.

"Yeah? What would you say has been the worse?"

"I think, most dangerous was probably the air bomb," Okuyasu said. "Because I don't think the chunks of Red Hot Chili Pepper were actually lost... or anything alive."

"...what, like the band?" asked Summer.

Because that would be pretty evil, she had to admit.

Shuri

"This is a thing that I have made," Shuri said, "using, for once, no mayonnaise, and that just seems kind of wrong?"

"No, it was an annoying Stand from a jerkhole Stand user who played a guitar and had stupid hair," Okuyasu said. "He tried to murder an old man!"

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