fandomhigh | Baking Workshop 5/22, FH Home Ec Classroom, Monday Morning

Piper smiles at the students as they show up at the home ec classroom after ~~handwave~~ hearing some sort of announcement letting them know to meet here.

"I'm Piper in case some of you might not know," she says somewhat cheerfully, handing each student a syllabus.

She points out the plate of brownies on the counter in front of her. "I made these for you because that is what we will be baking today. Try one if you'd like. I'm told I make the best brownies ever." She smiles proudly. "We will not be making the kind I brought in, though. They have a secret ingredient and, if I told you what it is, I'd have to vanquish you and no one wants that."

Piper grins to let them know she isn't serious about the vanquishing. She hands each student a list of ingredients and instructions. "I'm not going to lecture you because this workshop is supposed to be fun. So we're gonna get started right away. These instructions are, hopefully, easy to follow. If any of you have questions, please don't hesitate to ask."

Equipment Needed

bowl

8x8 baking pan

spatula

mixing spoon

measuring cups

measuring spoons

Ingredients

6 Tablespoons Cocoa

1/4 cup butter

1 cup sugar

1/2 Teaspoon vanilla

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/3 cup flour

1 cup toasted pecans (optional)

2 eggs

Instructions

Melt 1/4 cups of butter in a microwaveable dish.

Measure 6 tablespoons of Cocoa powder into the mixing bowl.

Add melted butter and mix.

Add to Batter (1 cup sugar, 2 eggs, 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract, 1/3 cup flour, 1/4 teaspoon salt).

Mix batter.

Pre-heat oven to 325 degrees.

Flour the Pan (cover pan with butter, then add some flour to keep brownies from sticking)

Pour the brownie batter into the dish.

Put the brownies into the oven for 35-40 minutes.

Let them cool until slightly warm.

[ooc: Brownie ingredients and instructions are from here.]

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Sam facepalmed, which promptly coated most of her face and some of her hair with flour and cocoa. "No, there are no demons. I don't think. I mean, it's not like we're making snicker..." She remembered the syllabus. "Um, nevermind that second part. I just meant no demons."

"And, um, interesting writing."

Anders instantly crushed the egg he was holding, completely unmindful of the fact that yolk was running all over his shoes.

"What?"

"Anders, there's egg..." She reached over for a paper towel and handed it to him. "Your writing. On the radio last night? That's the writing about baseball you told me you were doing, right?"

Anders couldn't possibly have been any paler. "How the frak did -- on the radio last night? I didn't listen . . ."

"I don't know?" Sam noticed how pale he was. "Anders? Do you want to sit down or a glass of water or something?"

"I kind of want to crawl in a hole and hide," he mumbled. "How did it get on the radio?"

"Uh...it was read out loud?" She patted him awkwardly on the shoulder. "It was pretty decent, really. If that's your kind of thing."

"Read out loud?" Anders groaned. "No way. I can't believe . . . aw, man. That was -- I don't even know why I'm into that stuff lately! It's totally something I could have lived without the whole school knowing. Mars is never gonna leave me alone about the boykissy thing now, is she?"

"Anders, if it isn't hurting anyone, who cares?" Sam shook her head, "and no, she's probably not."

He sighed ruefully. "Great. I just feel bad for Cally, now. If she doesn't kill me, she's gonna be so embarrassed."

"Did she know about it ahead of time?" Sam asked.

"Yeah? She's read some of it," Anders admitted.

"Then why would she be embarrassed?"

"Because I worry that people will think I do this because she's not enough for me any more? Or . . . I don't know, she told me other people might think it was too weird." Anders shrugged. "Okay, she'll probably just tell me I deserved it or something, for going and putting it on the Internet."

"Well...it's true that if you don't want people to see something, you shouldn't put it where it will be seen," Sam said, "but why is the other stuff true? Or why is it anyone else's business?"

"It's not." He shrugged again. "You can't stop people from talking though, I guess."

"No," she said carefully, "but people always talk, or they will until something better comes along. You can't control that, Anders."

"Well, at least you haven't laughed in my face," Anders conceded with a weak chuckle. "That's something. Be surprised if nobody did, though. Not that they wouldn't have a right."

"So challenge them to write something better and post it on the internet for perfect strangers to read and critique. I bet they're not brave enough to do it."

"Hey, if I'd actually, you know, thought about it? I wouldn't have posted the stuff in the first place."

"Why not?" Sam asked, then said, "I mean, other than the potential humiliation factor?"

Yeah, so she wasn't perfect with the consolation.

"Well, there's the humiliation factor, and then there's . . . the humiliation factor." Anders grinned, still awkward but a bit less so now. "That and they're really not that good."

"Do you want them to be better?"

Anders shrugged, again, and completely misread the amounts of flour and sugar he was supposed to use as he dumped them into the bowl. "I just wanted to see if I could do it, that's all. And I think I can, but I don't know if it's good enough, or if I like it enough, to keep going."

Sam didn't see anything unusual about the amounts Anders dumped in the bowl, so she didn't say anything. "Well, I guess that's up to you. But don't stop doing something you like doing just because other people think it's silly."

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