Your first class of the day was a cooking class. Cooking was a favorite of yours, and you tried to make sure that you were able to take it every quarter, and by now you were a pretty good cook. Unfortunately, every semester the class was inundated with class clowns, slackers, dumb jocks, and wannabe thugs who took it for an easy grade.
The class was taught by Ms. Winkle, who was very affectionately nick-named “winks”, by the guys in the class, because of her tendency to flirt with the boys in class. You knew Ms. Winkle well enough at this point to know that she was no seductress. She just thought it was amusing, and allowed her a degree of control over some of the boys that could otherwise be a problem.
Ms. Winkle was, you think, Austrian, or something like that. She had long blond hair which was usually braided and/or tied back to keep out of the way while she was cooking. She had a face that was quite pretty, but her most attractive future was the bright smile she always had on her face. Other than being quite tall, she had an average figure. Fit, pretty, but not “hot”. Her most compelling feature was her sparkling personality.
You knew Ms. Winkle well enough at this point to know that she was no seductress. She just thought it was amusing, and allowed her a degree of control over some of the boys that could otherwise be a problem.
“Hey Ms. Winkle, what we got cookin’ today?” You recognized the voice of one of the linemen from the football team. Francis, you think is his name.
“Well, we will begin, as we always do, with the basics of baking. I have a number of recipes up here, and I would like my favorite student, or at least my post persistent student, Danielle, to come up and choose one of them for us to do.”
Realizing that Ms. Winkle had just called you up to pick today’s recipe, you turned your attention to her and started to walk up to her desk. You could see Ms. Winkle was wearing her usual cooking get up. Plain white cotton t-shirt, white carpenter’s pants, her plain white, but thoroughly stained apron, and her little white beanie over her long braided hair.
“Didn’t feel like making a decision this morning, hmm…?” you said, jibing her as you walked forward.
“C’mon, how am I supposed to choose between three easiest, most boring recipes I could think of?” she said, too quietly to be heard by the rest of the class. Looking at the three cards before you, you could understand what she meant.
“Well, at least my students won’t be able to screw them up, and we’ll have something decent to eat at the end. It’s always good to start the class of with a success, right?” She was clearly just looking to get through this first class without setting the kitchen on fire.
“Don’t worry Danielle, I brought a present for the class back from my visit to the family in Europe over the summer. I don’t think you’ll be too bored.” At this, Ms. Winkle really did wink at you.
Look at the recipe cards in front you, there were three choices.
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