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Baking Workshop 8/14, Monday Morning

"Good morning," Piper greets as the students arrive. "Today, you're going to make cheesecake. I brought a sample as well as muffins. Take whatever you want."

"I'd like each of you to bring a recipe of your choice next week. That's what you'll be making," she continues. "Try not to use a recipe that requires open flames."

She hands them a list of ingredients and instructions. "As always, I'm around if you have questions."

Equipment Needed

Measuring Cups

Measuring Spoons

Bowls

Springform Pan

Mixer

Knife

Crust Ingredients

1 1/4 cups graham cracker crumbs

1/4 cup butter, melted

2 tablespoons sugar

Filling Ingredients

3 packages cream cheese, softened

3/4 cup sugar

3 eggs

2 cups sour cream

2 teaspoons vanilla

Topping Ingredients

2 tablespoons sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla

Instructions

Heat oven to 325°F.

Combine all crust ingredients in medium bowl.

Press onto bottom and 1-inch up sides of ungreased 9-inch springform pan.

Bake for 10 to 12 minutes or until golden brown. Cool.

Combine cream cheese and sugar in large bowl.

Beat at medium speed, scraping bowl often, until creamy.

Gradually add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition.

Reduce speed to low; add 1/2 cup sour cream and 2 teaspoons vanilla. Beat until well mixed.

Pour cream cheese mixture into baked crust.

Bake for 80 minutes or until set 2 inches from edge of pan.

Meanwhile, combine remaining sour cream, 2 tablespoons sugar and 1 teaspoon vanilla in small bowl.

Evenly spread over top of hot cheesecake.

Continue baking for 7 minutes.

Loosen sides of cheesecake from pan by running knife around inside of pan; remove sides of pan.

Cool completely (about 2 hours).

Leave uncovered until completely cooled. Store refrigerated.

[ooc: ingredients and instructions from here]

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"Aww, that's no fair," Alphonse mock-pouted at her. "It tasting bad doesn't mean anything."

"Yes, it does," Sakurazaki insisted in a very matter-of-fact, yet grinning, manner. "It means that you shouldn't eat things raw..."

And then she remembered something and her shoulders slumped. "...Says the Japanese girl who loves sushi. Never mind."

"Ha! See," Alphonse said teasingly. "There's plenty of things you can eat raw."

"Yeah, yeah, but the next time I have eel sushi, you can say nothing to convince me that you can't eat ..."

Sakurazaki's eyes grew wide suddenly as she remembered something else. "The crust!" She hurried to open the oven and extract the pie crust. Her face filled with red as she set it on top of the stove, looking much more than golden brown, rather black around the edges. "It's not...too badly burnt....is it?"

"Aw... crap," Alphonse muttered to himself. "Can't believe I forgot about it, too." He eyed between the crust and the cream cheese mixture. "I hope not, 'cause we gotta put it in the oven for longer, too. But with the mix in it, maybe it won't overbake, either."

Sakurazaki blinked at the crust. She really did not feel like remaking that crust. "...We can only hope so?" She glanced over the instructions. "Eighty minutes! The crust has gotta be okay to go back in if it could withstand eighty more minutes....Arg, baking makes no sense!"

"That's a sentiment I have to agree on," Alphonse said. "As another very clichéd saying goes, only one way to find out..." He took the bowl and poured it into the crust, then, very carefully, for some reason, slid it back into the oven. "... Now we wait for an hour and twenty minutes."

Sakurazaki sighed; it seemed so much longer when it was converted to hours and minutes. "What are we supposed to do for that long? Just sit here and wait?"

"I guess so," Alphonse shrugged. "Unless you know a way to pass the time..."

Slumping into a chair, Sakurazaki sighed. "Not really." They could talk, she supposed, but talking wasn't something she really wanted to do right now. But the only other option to talking was thinking, and that was even less appealing. So talking it was.

"Well, how are you today, Alphonse?"

"Same as always, I suppose," he replied, leaning against the counter. He stared at the oven, willing the cake to bake faster. "Haven't really done much aside from being lazy in my room the past week." Alphonse scrubbed the side of his head. "Okay, not really being lazy, more like working on my theories again, but to everyone else it sure seems like doing nothing."

Sakurazaki smiled a little. "Have you come up with anything yet? I mean, you always seem to be working on these theories of yours; anything particularly notable come from all your hard work yet?"

"Well... kinda? I was the one who drew the array with our last attempt, so I might've messed up there. I've jotted down a few other arrays that might work... The Mutus Liber is a tricky thing to make heads or tails of. I haven't really worked much on the actual ingredients of the thing, mostly the arrays, since Ed doesn't really draw those."

Okay, that? Made absolutely no sense to Sakurazaki. She hoped that Alphonse couldn't really notice the blank look in her blinking eyes. But she wanted to sound encouraging, at least, and said, "Sounds like a bit of progress, then, and that's good, right?"

"I sure hope so," Alphonse said. "Can't really say unless it can be tested out again, which... I'm not going to be doing by myself, that's for sure. Especially not after last time."

He had to have seen this coming.

"...What happened last time?"

"Ah," Alphonse rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, feeling oddly relieved she hadn't been enrolled back then. "Second floor common room? Went boom."

Sakurazaki gaped, wide-eyed, a little disbelieving. "You blew up the second floor common room?"

"Not just me, it was Ed, too!" Alphonse hastily added. "It was his idea, you know. I just went along with it!"

"Okay, so you...and your brother...blew up the second floor common room." Sakurazaki was feeling pretty astonished. But mostly confused. "How? And the whole fact that it certainly doesn't seem like it's ever been blown up before?"

"That's what I've been trying to find out," Alphonse said meekly. "I mean, it was supposed to be a fairly simple transmutation. None of the instructions were difficult at all, and it didn't ask for too much, even for a fake stone. But, eh, I guess Lully turned out to be one of those alchemists who really had no idea what he was babbling on about in the end. And... no, it doesn't, thankfully, otherwise I'm sure a lot of people would still be mad about it. It was cleaned up within the week."

"Huh." Sakurazaki would have never imagined that Alphonse had it in him to be a demolitionist. She was strangely very impressed.

"... So I'm trying to figure out a theory that won't, y'know, backfire on us; or at least, to that degree," Alphonse crossed his arms, still leaning against the counter. "It's even harder when you've got next to nothing to go by, but I know for sure there's a way."

"What do you mean, next to nothing to go by?" Sakurazaki knew that she didn't understand Alphonse's alchemy stuff very well, but she still had it in her mind that maybe she could help.

"Well, we're both kinda starting from scratch," Alphonse replied. "And I don't remember a thing about the stone, as frustrating as that is. So now it's just a matter of prodding around through enough books and finding out what sounds plausible and what sounds like mindless babbling."

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