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fandomhigh2005-09-13 06:00 pm
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Cookery course
One of the advantages of being a planetary engineer is having the ability to design and build on a much smaller scale.
In the few hours since the last of his students left the lifestyle seminar the previous day, Slartibartfast has not been idle. His classrom is much larger, for a start. What was previously just a rectangular room twelve or fifteen feet on a side is now a gateway into a much larger tract of hyperspace, now occupied by a huge kitchen, with yard upon yard of worktop interspersed with electric ovens, gas burners, microwaves, wood stoves, barbecues, steamers, tandoors, griddles ... and, close by the door on the left hand side, a Breville Snack'n'Sandwich toaster and a Joe Foreman grill. Suspended above the benches are shelves groaning with ingredients -- staples like flour and rice, flavoured oils and vinegars, exotic herbs and spices. Beneath the shelves are suspended an impressive array of implements -- pots and pans, chopping boards, graters, peelers, mincers, and a truly astonishing variety and quantity of knives.
Dominating the centre of the room is a giant polished mahogany dining table, surrounded by elegant chairs. In one of these chairs sits Slartibartfast, a piece of bread in his hand, mopping up the last of the olive oil from his plate. He sits back in his chair, pats his stomach, and congratulates himself.
You know, Slarti old chum, given the right equipment you really are a very good cook. It'll be a pleasure passing on your expertise to your fellow sentient beings.
He walks over and deposits his tableware into one of the dishwashers, and sets a machine in motion to provide him with an espresso.
He opens the door and looks out into the hallway. He unveils a notice he made earlier:
He returns to the machine and picks up his coffee. He leans back on the counter and surveys the room: Pristine, unspoilt, and very well equipped. He takes a sip, and looks forward to the coming three hours.
This is wonderful, Slarti old boy. Perfect. What could possibly go wrong?
In the few hours since the last of his students left the lifestyle seminar the previous day, Slartibartfast has not been idle. His classrom is much larger, for a start. What was previously just a rectangular room twelve or fifteen feet on a side is now a gateway into a much larger tract of hyperspace, now occupied by a huge kitchen, with yard upon yard of worktop interspersed with electric ovens, gas burners, microwaves, wood stoves, barbecues, steamers, tandoors, griddles ... and, close by the door on the left hand side, a Breville Snack'n'Sandwich toaster and a Joe Foreman grill. Suspended above the benches are shelves groaning with ingredients -- staples like flour and rice, flavoured oils and vinegars, exotic herbs and spices. Beneath the shelves are suspended an impressive array of implements -- pots and pans, chopping boards, graters, peelers, mincers, and a truly astonishing variety and quantity of knives.
Dominating the centre of the room is a giant polished mahogany dining table, surrounded by elegant chairs. In one of these chairs sits Slartibartfast, a piece of bread in his hand, mopping up the last of the olive oil from his plate. He sits back in his chair, pats his stomach, and congratulates himself.
You know, Slarti old chum, given the right equipment you really are a very good cook. It'll be a pleasure passing on your expertise to your fellow sentient beings.
He walks over and deposits his tableware into one of the dishwashers, and sets a machine in motion to provide him with an espresso.
He opens the door and looks out into the hallway. He unveils a notice he made earlier:
| Cookery course. Students and teachers welcome. Please bring ingredients suited to your physiology. If your instructor is busy elsewhere in the class please feel free to help each other. Open all lunchtime. 1pm-4pm (eastern time) 10am-1pm (pacific time) |
He returns to the machine and picks up his coffee. He leans back on the counter and surveys the room: Pristine, unspoilt, and very well equipped. He takes a sip, and looks forward to the coming three hours.
This is wonderful, Slarti old boy. Perfect. What could possibly go wrong?
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Glad you like the knife. Just be careful about how you handle it, we don't want to have any more unfortunate accidents.