Culinary Arts: Log 03

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

Who: Raikov, students, lurkers.
What: People failing at cooking
Where: Where ever Volgin's class is.
When: October 20th, early afternoon before Art Class.
Warnings: Angry Russian.


[Last week was a sad excuse for a proper class. Seeing as Kyle had no teaching experience, Raikov decided to take things in to his own hand. He had a lot of free time thanks to 2 and a half weeks without Volgin... which was starting to wear on him. So this meant he was going to be extra snippy today, both with culinary arts and art class.]

Alright, class. Unlike last week, you're going to all be making the same thing. Open your books to page 57.

[He waits for everyone to find the page]

We will be making Chicken Kiev. It's a fairly easy recipe. Please follow it as closely as possible.

Comments

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

It is. Just use a bit more flavoring next time.

[solarock.livejournal.com]

Oh. Okay.

[When it seemed like he was done with his food, Anshu took a piece and popped it in his mouth...

Before wishing he could spit it out. His face clearly pictured this.]

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

... It's not that bad.

[solarock.livejournal.com]

[He still seems rather disgusted. This is perhaps one of the most expressive faces he's had on.] It does not taste alright. At all.

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

How so?

[solarock.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, he stayed silent.] To be honest, I do not like any food. That is probably why. I don't like eating.

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

... Ah. That would explain it then. Really, to a human, your food is not as disgusting as you think it is.

[solarock.livejournal.com]

Oh. [He gazed down at the meat.] Okay. Thank you.

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

[Raikov nods and goes to check the next person]