The Cooking Competition

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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

(frozen comment) The Dastardly Duo of Childe and Jason

[devouringdeep]

Appetizer: If you look to your left you'll see the two hundred and twenty-five pounds of beef that is Jason Todd, decked out in an apron and prepping what he needs for some papas rellenas. Boiling up some potatoes while he works, Jason makes quick work of dicing up a green bell pepper and mincing some garlic. Chopping an onion brings a bunch of sniffling and other vague reactions from Childe somewhere behind him, and he keeps having to pause to glance over and make sure the ginger isn't dying. Prep work done, some ground beef gets browned within a skillet, then the green pepper and onions are added and cooked until tender. Lots and lots of seasoning. You can never have too much seasoning. Adding some tomato paste, he leaves it to simmer while he drains and mashes up the potatoes. From there its just a matter of shaping the potatoes by hand, filling them with the beef mixture and forming round little balls. Each is dipped into a bowl full of eggs, coated in breadcrumbs, then fried until they reach a nice, crispy golden brown color. Drained from the oil, they are arranged neatly on a plate and are ready for taste testing.

Main Course: Ya boi Childe has been waiting for an opportunity to unleash his personal borsch onto anyone that wants to try it, and he's jumped at the chance to present it now. Pork sausage has been crumbled up and browned, then added to a big pot of water to boil. In the pot is also some carrots and beets that have been thoroughly, somewhat violently peeled and shredded. Joining them are a few cubed potatoes and some cabbage that has been treated the same way as the beets and carrots.

Have you ever seen a grown man with tears streaming down his face while he's chopping up onions? Congratulations, you have now. Childe doesn't cry normally - hasn't since he was fourteen - but cutting onions gets the best of him, clearly. Even impaired his aim with the knife is fairly decent, and after he's finished with the onion he spends a good three minutes with his head in the sink, borderline waterboarding himself until he doesn't have to stumble around blindly anymore. Once recovered, the onion bits get cooked up on a pan with some tomato paste and a bit of water, the resulting sauce then dumped into the big pot. Mincing garlic goes along easier than the onions had, and they too are added in to the soup base alongside some salt, pepper, and sugar. From there, its ladeled into bowls and topped with a dollop of sour cream, garnished with some sprinkling of dill and parsley on top of the cream. The placement of the parsley leaves is purposefully deliberate, and he's cut them to look like a more geometrically simplistic version of his Riptide mark.

Dessert: It's a pie! A spiced cherry pie, to be exact. Which is fairly self explanatory in how its done, as it's pretty hard to screw up a pie. The lattice work on top is custom and it's clear they had a lot of fun just messing around and trying to find a unique design; it comes out looking a little like this. The crust itself is also handmade, and there's a brief, blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment where Childe sleight-of-hand slips a small amount of liquid into the dough before kneading it in. It's definitely not roughly a fourth of a cup of vodka that he's received from an unknown donor, and even if it was the taste will bake off and not be detectable once finished. After the pie is filled and the lattice work is done, it's given a little bit of an egg wash and sprinkled with sugar on top. Once baked, the slices are served with a bit of frozen whipped cream that has been spooned out of the container and layered on top.

Technically speaking, they started on the pie first considering it's the item that takes the longest to bake in the oven, and Childe absolutely chucked a handful of flour at the back of Jason's head, which in turn prompted a mini war that was quickly over once it began. The both of them then proceeded to finish the rest of their dishes while covered in flour, because they're rowdy frat boys when placed in a room together. It's also safe to say that they spent the rest of their time poking and punching and pinching at each other to try and get the other to mess up on one thing or another. All the while carrying on conversations about literally nothing in the slightest.

They're loud. They're children. They're both enablers. I'm sorry.