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Cooking Class!
Who: Taako; Open
Where: The School
When: June, Thursdays at 4pm-6pm (Except the 8th, class that week is held on the 7th)
What: Cooking Class! All ages and skill levels welcome!
Warnings: n/a
[Open]
1st (Braised Pork Chop & Roast Vegetables) & 7th (Chili and Grilled Cheese); (Vegetarian Options Available)
Everything is set up in advance. The classroom is clean, the utensils are laid out, and Taako sits casual at the front of the class. He's not in a suit or anything approaching professional. He's wearing comfortable clothes, covered by an admittedly colorful, playful apron. If he wants to market this as something for everyone, it's better not to look like some stuffy unreachable iron cuisine master chef.
He's not very good at explaining things, however. He takes for granted that these aren't innate skills for everyone sometimes, and skips over a lot of basic things. How to properly cut or dice things, how to mix, small things like that for example. Taako assumes that because it's so basic, everyone knows it. So if anyone has trouble with it, they're going to have to ask. They're also going to have to ask about the occasional magical slip here and there, too.
These first two classes, other than those few moments, run smooth for the entire 2 hour duration. For the most part, everyone's dishes are expected to at least finish, and Taako's willing to stay a little later if anyone's having additional trouble or has any extra questions.
15th (Summer Salad and Pasta)
Anyone who's been to the earlier classes will notice that this one is... Out of sorts. When people start shuffling in, Taako's still setting bowls and ingredients up at individual work stations, and he looks a little frazzled. He hasn't even put his signature apron on yet, and he keeps glancing nervously at the window. As people filter in, he invites them, "Come in, come in! Find your station, get comfortable!" but his cheery voice lacks some of its usual lilt, vague distraction seeming to drag his voice away.
For the most part, class carries on like usual. Taako's there, but he's not entirely there. He's still available, but his mind is somewhere else. And he just keeps glancing out the window. Anyone who follows his gaze will be able to see why - There's just... This deer out there, staring right back in. It's kind of weird, honestly.
Class wraps up a little early this day, and if anyone stays behind they'll have to get answers from Taako with his back turned, staring out the window.
Where: The School
When: June, Thursdays at 4pm-6pm (Except the 8th, class that week is held on the 7th)
What: Cooking Class! All ages and skill levels welcome!
Warnings: n/a
[Open]
1st (Braised Pork Chop & Roast Vegetables) & 7th (Chili and Grilled Cheese); (Vegetarian Options Available)
Everything is set up in advance. The classroom is clean, the utensils are laid out, and Taako sits casual at the front of the class. He's not in a suit or anything approaching professional. He's wearing comfortable clothes, covered by an admittedly colorful, playful apron. If he wants to market this as something for everyone, it's better not to look like some stuffy unreachable iron cuisine master chef.
He's not very good at explaining things, however. He takes for granted that these aren't innate skills for everyone sometimes, and skips over a lot of basic things. How to properly cut or dice things, how to mix, small things like that for example. Taako assumes that because it's so basic, everyone knows it. So if anyone has trouble with it, they're going to have to ask. They're also going to have to ask about the occasional magical slip here and there, too.
These first two classes, other than those few moments, run smooth for the entire 2 hour duration. For the most part, everyone's dishes are expected to at least finish, and Taako's willing to stay a little later if anyone's having additional trouble or has any extra questions.
15th (Summer Salad and Pasta)
Anyone who's been to the earlier classes will notice that this one is... Out of sorts. When people start shuffling in, Taako's still setting bowls and ingredients up at individual work stations, and he looks a little frazzled. He hasn't even put his signature apron on yet, and he keeps glancing nervously at the window. As people filter in, he invites them, "Come in, come in! Find your station, get comfortable!" but his cheery voice lacks some of its usual lilt, vague distraction seeming to drag his voice away.
For the most part, class carries on like usual. Taako's there, but he's not entirely there. He's still available, but his mind is somewhere else. And he just keeps glancing out the window. Anyone who follows his gaze will be able to see why - There's just... This deer out there, staring right back in. It's kind of weird, honestly.
Class wraps up a little early this day, and if anyone stays behind they'll have to get answers from Taako with his back turned, staring out the window.
7th
It was pretty, and while a voice in her head told her to put out the flames, she had just stared at them.
Clary knew that it was hopeless. Try as she might she’ll never learn to cook and no teacher seemed to be able to help. Maybe if she married someone very rich? Then they could have all of their meals cooked for him. That was going to be her new plan, though she should really do something about the fire first.
no subject
... Except for the open flames in his class. That's where it crossed the line from letting the student learn and make mistakes at their own pace to immediate intervention.
"Hey! Whoa, you going advanced on me? I don't remember this being flambe." Taako seemed to almost glide over to her station, hands clasped in front of him. There's just a moment where he hesitated, trying to pinpoint exactly what went wrong, before he finally put the lid on the pot and cut the heat. He could just ask, and keep everyone's eyebrows intact.
"Okay, so, no big deal, alright, we've all set a few fires in our day," He started, smiling with some attempt at reassurance, "The secret is to smother them and the memory of them. Don't let it get to you."
Taako shuffled over to her side of the station and looked over her work, tried to see what happened. Finally trusted the lack of oxygen to the scene to peek into the pot and investigate.
"Let's see here... Looks like you had it too high, with chili you want it to be low and slow. Let it simmer," He paused to place the lid back on and turn to Clary, "So, no shame or anything, is this like... Your first time cooking?"
15th.
but this week, mr. taako seems a little bit... well, he seems like he's not very okay. fred doesn't really know him that well, but he's been a pretty good teacher so far and fred prefers to worry about other people over worryin' about herself.
(not worrying isn't an option just yet. she's working on it.)
anyway, fred wasn't gonna say anything to him, but now class is over and mr. taako is just... staring. quietly, she sidles over to peer out the window. y'know, to see what he's looking at? turns out, it's a deer. fred watches it for a second, then dares to speak up. ❱
Golly, I-, I think it likes you. ❰ sorry taako, 'nervously supportive' is all she's got. ❱
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And she doesn't bother him.
Well. For the most part. Not until just now, when he's taken out of his staring match with the deer.]
Whu-What? [Jumpy! Sorry Fred. Give him a second.] Huh - Yeah. I think it's after my tomatoes. [He doesn't sound as peppy as he usually is, there's no the usual fun energy in his voice.] They usually come out this far? I'm not like... An expert but I'm pretty sure Bambi here's supposed to be in the woods with his friends, not spying on night classes.
no subject
and while he's asking a question that she could technically answer pretty thoroughly, she gets the feeling he doesn't much care about the answer anyway. he just kinda... wants the deer to go away.
fred peers at taako, then back out at the deer. then, finally, back at taako. ❱ I-... I could go shoo it off, if you'd like?