Pasty Shells and Pepper - RPLOG
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Monday January 7, 2019=Log=
The doors to Full of Bull are propped open as signs outside declare (with some aid of friendly Mall Rats), an open house lesson on making tasty pasties. The rich aromas that linger about the eatery waft out to aid in drawing in attention, and within, a large table is settled at the far side of the room with enough space behind it for the hostess, Taura, to stand. On it are a variety of bowls with ingredients and stacks of tools and other items to aid in the workshop. The bovinesque woman's apron already shows bits of flour clinging as she nods and greets those that arrive with a cheery smile.
A gator enters the room and returns a warm smile of hir own to the bovine woman standing at the front of the room. "Howdy! I take it you're Taura, the one hosting the baking lesson here? It's nice to meet you, then, my name's Arris." Sie would offer her a handshake, and taken or not, the gator would assume a cooking station in the middle of the others as sie waited for more participants to join in.
Arthur was around the restaurant earlier when he got the notice of the lessons in pasties. With luck, he thought to himself, he might even manage to learn enough to teach back to some of his students. As soon as he arrived at the course proper, he gave a big smile back at the large bovine. "Hello! So, where do I stay? Just pick a place and wait for instructions?"
A bat enters the restaurant, the smells might have drawn her in were it not for the ad placed earlier. She stops for a moment as she sees the bovine woman and makes the connection between the restaurant's and her presence.
She walks up to the woman and greets her, "Hi, I'm Violet, I bet that you're Taura. Thanks for hosting this."
The bat's gaze drifts across the restaurant until it passes over to Arris , she walks over to hug the gator, "It's nice to see you again." And stands by an adjacent station.
The bovinesque woman's cheery disposition blooms all the brighter as she nods to Arris' question, "Oh, yes, that would be me," in a richly depthed but womanly voice. it carries with it the low timbre and resonance of her broad chest but the sweet afluence of hospitality and femininity both.
Her eyes blink a few times, doing her best to see who all is present... it seems she may be a bit near-sighted, and she claps her palms together, "Alright then. If you aren't aware, I am Taura, the owner of this eatery, and today, we're going to learn how to prepare pasties! If you're not familiar with what a passty is, it's a pastry that's like a folded-over piecrust with filling within. Back in the day, Hostess and other companies that existed prior to P-Day would make fruit and pudding-filled ones, but they've been a mainstay for decades."
Motioning towards the smaller tables serving as workstations, she continues, "There is a separate workspace for each of you, so long as we don't get rushed, and I've ingredients ready, prepared by the Promethean farms and other sources. When everyone's settled in, we can get started. I'll pass around supplies, then, and the instructions will begin!"
Arris returns the hug, giving Violet a light kiss on the cheek as well. "Nice to see you too! Glad to see you're still doing well." Hir attention would shortly be returned to the front as Taura began speaking.
"'Pie crusts with 'filling', huh?" The gator takes a moment to glance around at the mutants surrounding hir. "Knowing us, at least ONE person here is going to fill theirs with cum. The question is, who it's going to be."
Arthur gave a slight nod towards Taura and the others, then went to his workspace, putting on an apron to avoid too much dirt on his clothes. "Are we going to learn a specific recipe for the filling today?" He asked while taking in the aroma of the place, his nose delighting itself in the variety, to the dismay of his stomach, which wouldn't get to taste anything for a while. He also snicked at Arris' comment, but shook his head and remained quiet.
The bat giggles and points at the sign, her face a pantomime of disappointment, "Well, looks like that isn't allowed." She listens to Taura and takes stock on the things in front of her. There are several things, all easily identifiable with cooking, none of which she knows the name of.
Eventually, she just turns back to Taura to listen.
"Yes! Folded crusts with filling, but far more appetizing than that might sound," Taura says to Arris' comment, her smile still ready and broad upon her thick lips. She strides along the larger table, plucking up smaller bowls and scooping ingredients into them, balancing them along one arm's curl, cradled, before deftly stacking up a few slabs of white something , blocks of it. "Alright, here we ahve flour, sugar, salt, butter, and cream cheese. What I'll be wanting you all to do is measuring amounts and cubing the butter and cream cheese both. We'll be combining the dry ingredients, first before tossing our cubes in and blending it together, either by hand or with a whisk, as you prefer."
The bowls are deposited at the smaller worstations, as well as the paired blocks, "Make sure to be thorough in blending to get a mostly homogenous, slightly crumbly consistency. I'll walk around and take a look, and I'll also be available for questions." Setting down the last set, "Once we do this part, we'll get into shaping."
Arris spots Arthur putting on and apron and hastily puts one on hirself, taking the cue a bit late. "Just that? Sounds simple, so far..." The flour, sugar, and salt are combined in Arris' bowl before sie begins whisking them together. "How would we go about mixing these with our hands, might I ask?"
Arthur suddenly felt like he was on one of those old TV shows that were exactly like this, one chef teaching a recipe and a bunch of students trying their best to replicate it. The only thing missing was a camera. In any case, the humanoid dragon folded his wings neatly on his back and mentally measured the things, his facial expression that of someone finding joy in the concentration while looking at the bowls. "So, mix the flour with salt and sugar, get small measures of the butter and cream and then mix it all, right?"
The bat watches Arris measure it out hirself before imitating it, mixing together rougly similar ratios (by her estimation), and whisking them together in the bowl in front of her. She looks towards Arris, and sticks her hand into the mixture briefly, the sensation of the sticky-thick mixture making her shudder, before wiping the hand on an apron sitting unused in front of her. She turns back to the gator, considering what advice she'd give, mixing in some of the remaining ingredients, "Well, by my best estimation, you don't mix it with your hands if you can avoid it."
