Cooking lessons pls? (Open)
Mar 31, 2013 23:07:36 GMT -5
Post by Alex Vasilyevich on Mar 31, 2013 23:07:36 GMT -5
Alex had mixed feelings about America. On the one hand he missed his family, and the familiar surroundings of Russia. On the other hand the freedom of living on his own was wonderful. Alex was as of yet unsuccessful in finding many friends, but that was due more to his lack of effort than anything else.
One unexpected downside to living on his own in America was the food. Alex didn’t detest the cafeteria food with a passion; it was more of a deep dislike. Alex planned on fixing this problem by cooking his own food from now on.
This plan possessed only one major downside. Alex had never cooked before in his life. Even ideas like box mac and cheese were foreign to him. Fortunately Hammel Institute came to the rescue with a perfect remedy for the situation, a fully stocked Home Ec classroom. Complete with stocked pantries, kitchenettes, and (hopefully) someone willing to teach.
Alex knocked on the door to the classroom, and, when no one responded, poked his head. “Looks like no one’s home” Alex said aloud to himself. He was very impressed with his growing knowledge of American vernacular, and used it any chance he could get.
Alex walked into the empty classroom. Down the center of the room were rows of little kitchenettes, each with its own electric stove and machine mixer. All the metallic surfaces seemed to shimmer and shine invitingly to Alex. He walked up to one of the counters and reached out to touch it, but drew his hand back. I probably should wait for permission before I touch any of the equipment, Alex thought to himself.
Alex scanned the rest of the room. In the back was a room full of all sorts of pots and pans. On the front wall was some sort of industrial dish washer. In the corner sat a huge shelf full of cook books. Without thinking Alex walked over to it, and picked up a book at random, Essentials of French Cuisine. Inside were the most mouthwateringly delicious looking foods, roast chicken, grilled salmon, and all sorts of soups.
One unexpected downside to living on his own in America was the food. Alex didn’t detest the cafeteria food with a passion; it was more of a deep dislike. Alex planned on fixing this problem by cooking his own food from now on.
This plan possessed only one major downside. Alex had never cooked before in his life. Even ideas like box mac and cheese were foreign to him. Fortunately Hammel Institute came to the rescue with a perfect remedy for the situation, a fully stocked Home Ec classroom. Complete with stocked pantries, kitchenettes, and (hopefully) someone willing to teach.
Alex knocked on the door to the classroom, and, when no one responded, poked his head. “Looks like no one’s home” Alex said aloud to himself. He was very impressed with his growing knowledge of American vernacular, and used it any chance he could get.
Alex walked into the empty classroom. Down the center of the room were rows of little kitchenettes, each with its own electric stove and machine mixer. All the metallic surfaces seemed to shimmer and shine invitingly to Alex. He walked up to one of the counters and reached out to touch it, but drew his hand back. I probably should wait for permission before I touch any of the equipment, Alex thought to himself.
Alex scanned the rest of the room. In the back was a room full of all sorts of pots and pans. On the front wall was some sort of industrial dish washer. In the corner sat a huge shelf full of cook books. Without thinking Alex walked over to it, and picked up a book at random, Essentials of French Cuisine. Inside were the most mouthwateringly delicious looking foods, roast chicken, grilled salmon, and all sorts of soups.
