The Cooking Competition

[wisteriasnow]

WHO: You!
WHAT: The cooking contest!
WHEN: Monday (Round 1), Wednesday (Round 2) and Friday (Round 3)
WHERE: The Home Ec Cooking Room
Warnings: well it's a cooking competition in Yogen so I'm predicting some food crimes. 

Mid-way through Monday's festivities, an announcement over the intercom declares that it's time for participants to get ready for the cooking contest. For those working their class or club's booth, their entries will qualify so long as they submit the entry before the stated time limit. Contestants will one-by-one make their way into the home ec room. The room is large, with enough individual counters to fit multiple contestants.

 

Each contestant will have access to the stove, oven, a microwave, and the fridge, guarded by a member of the cooking club for contestants' peace of mind. There's a much larger amount of food available, from fresh produce and meats- ... even the hope meat- to noodles, rice, and all kinds of seasonings, all waiting to be used. Each station also has an abundance of tasting spoons and sample dishes, for nosy people and contestants testing their dishes alike. Throughout the day, spectators can come and observe, but towards the front of the room is a table and three chairs, where one can find Helena Adams, Lucifer, and... Who? 

 

Students of class 2-A will recognize our host, who happily stands as the counters fill up and, as if she's got a microphone and camera on her, begins talking. 

 

"Good afternoon, everyone! My name is Yuki Fujimori, a member of the cooking club, and, alongside the wonderful Helena Adams and Lucifer, we will be your judges overseeing the competition over the week!"

 

Lucifer remains sitting, arms crossed as he sits upright and proper. When he speaks, it’s not a friendly hello or anything of the sort, but a warning.

 

"If I catch one of you using the human meat, I'll kill you. Don't think you can hide it, either — I know what it tastes like."

 

… It- it’s probably fine, one of his pact bearers knows better now. But Yuki is clearly side-eyeing him for a brief moment before she slips back into character.

 

And as much of a somber atmosphere as Lucifer may have introduced, it’s countered by the judge on the other side of Yuki, who stands and bows slightly, straightening and beaming at the competitors. 

 

“Thank you so much for joining us! We’re very excited to see what you’ll be coming up with, and to get to partake in your more edible skills!”

 

With an enthusiastic clap, Yuki nods cheerfully. “There you have it! Now, let me explain the premise.

 

"Over the course of three days, contestants will prepare an appetizer, a main course, and a dessert! We've chosen to spread it out to give everyone enough time to engage in other parts of the festival as well! Helena-san, Lucifer-san and I will judge all three courses.

 

“Every day will have an individual winner, and the third day will end with an overall winner based on our decisions. There will also be a people's choice bracket, based on spectator votes as they come in and watch the competition. Contestants will have four opportunities to win overall. 

 

Getting caught cheating will result in immediate disqualification for all three days. This can include tampering with others’ dishes, cutting off their equipment or utilities, or contamination of others’ submissions or stations.

 

 

Now, let the competition begin!”

 

 

Contestant, please submit your entries all together in one comment under the ENTRIES comment! Submissions close on the 14th, JUST BEFORE MIDNIGHT EST! Be sure to note what each dish is, how well the contestant did and anything else of note! 

 

Voting will open on the 14th and end on the 17th! 

 

Players are free to treat this as a bit of a mingle otherwise! Spectate, harass competitors, do whatever! This log/competition is not part of the TDM however. 

Comments

SHIN'S ENTRIES

[notsosou]

[The Council will decide his fate.

He's trying not be nervous but... he knows he phoned in his last entry :' )]

[wisteriasnow]

Soooooo...

( here's where things get a little... who knows, actually. but all things considered... )

Congratulations on submitting all three entries and not, you know, biffing it entirely. We had a few comments and concerns about the past few days though.

[carpevinum]

[I'm sorry he kinned Gordon Ramsey.]

First, your appetizer. I won't claim to be an expert in East Asian dishes, but you clearly lack experience in this area. The presentation is a bit off and your cooking is relatively uneven. They don't taste terribly, but it seems like you improvised this instead of looking at an actual recipe.

The soup is the better dish of the three you submitted, but you could have afforded better presentation. Garnishes would have done you wonders here, but I commend your effort. It's better than your third entry.

[Dragging his hand down his face...]

I want an explanation in no less than five paragraphs about why in the Demon King's name you decided to put salt on vanilla ice cream without so much as making something substantial out of it. This is the weakest attempt at an ice cream sundae I've ever seen in my life, and I have the misfortune of being related to Mammon, who cooks almost fifteen times worse than you do. [And if you don't know who Mammon is that's on you, apparently.] You could have gone with something like salted caramel ice cream, but you chose to put table salt on regular ice cream like it's God's gift to this damn earth and called it good.

Table salt. Why? Why in Michael's name did you think that was a good idea? Do you regularly salt ice cream? Are your taste buds as nonfunctional as the rest of your cerebral cortex?

[notsosou]

......

[He's just kind of shrinking in on himself a bit under the tirade, and also the sudden hyperawareness of absolutely everyone watching him getting chewed out. Why did he do this again? Why did he think this was a good idea? He kind of wants to just disappear on the spot...

Five paragraphs is going to be difficult when it's getting hard to speak or formulate thought at all.]

I-i [don't know would be a bad idea] don't have an excuse... S-sorry.