Cupcake War Crimes, Week 3 (Tuesday, Period 1)
Upon entering the classroom today, students would find the usual baking setup (including, up front, the two alien boys in charge of the workshop) and two large covered trays of cupcakes, but in the center of the front counter was a large strainer bowl full of vegetables. Carrots, celery, red and green peppers, a particularly leafy bunch of green kale, cucumbers, radishes . . .
"Okay," Anders said, clapping his hands together once in a boisterous way better suited to a gym than a classroom. "Today we're gonna discuss vegetables. Good for you, right? Right. Not always that appealing, right? Right. People've been trying to find creative ways to get kids to eat their veggies for gods know how long." People not him. He liked them. Occasionally wrapped in bacon, but shh.
“I like vegetables,” Stark pointed out. Possibly just because he enjoyed foods that weren’t food cubes or unidentifiable substances because they were a nice change from what he’d had for most of his life before coming here. “But not like this.” He reached over and revealed the cupcakes on the first tray. First there were chocolate sauerkraut cupcakes. “No sauerkraut.” He turned to Anders. “Didn’t we already have sauerkraut cupcakes?”
Anders blinked at him, scratched behind one ear, and shrugged. “It was worth emphasizing again? No beet cupcakes, either, even if the cream cheese frosting looks really good. Then there’s these, with sweet potato in them.” He shrugged and glanced at the class. “I don’t know. What do you guys think? Is it right to trick people into eating vegetables in cupcakes, just because they’re good for you? Or is that just mean? Is it okay if they know up front what they’re getting into?”
Hey, he was trying to be diplomatic about it. He still thought it was horrible.
“Better if they know what is in the cupcakes,” Stark said. “No need to trick anyone.” That was just mean. “But still. Don’t need to be healthy. Cupcakes aren’t supposed to be healthy. They are desserts. Just treats.”
“These are treats,” Anders added, uncovering the second tray to reveal a nice array of carrot-raisin cupcakes, and some chocolate cupcakes frosted with veggie shapes. “Carrots are okay in cupcakes, if you ask me. So how about you guys discuss the question for a bit, and then get to baking?
“You don’t really taste the carrots,” Stark said. “At all.”
“So it’s okay,” Anders added lamely. “Anyway. Let’s get cracking, okay?”
“You forgot last week’s cupcakes,” Stark said quickly. “We can’t forget them.” Even if some efforts had been slightly questionable. They’re looking at you, Sam, with your meaty cupcakes.
And yet. “Yeah, we picked a winner from last week’s work,” Anders said quickly. It had been a whole process involving blind taste-testing and . . . probably a mixup in their notes somewhere. Gods knew he sure looked confused. “Sam Puckett, congrats.”
"Okay," Anders said, clapping his hands together once in a boisterous way better suited to a gym than a classroom. "Today we're gonna discuss vegetables. Good for you, right? Right. Not always that appealing, right? Right. People've been trying to find creative ways to get kids to eat their veggies for gods know how long." People not him. He liked them. Occasionally wrapped in bacon, but shh.
“I like vegetables,” Stark pointed out. Possibly just because he enjoyed foods that weren’t food cubes or unidentifiable substances because they were a nice change from what he’d had for most of his life before coming here. “But not like this.” He reached over and revealed the cupcakes on the first tray. First there were chocolate sauerkraut cupcakes. “No sauerkraut.” He turned to Anders. “Didn’t we already have sauerkraut cupcakes?”
Anders blinked at him, scratched behind one ear, and shrugged. “It was worth emphasizing again? No beet cupcakes, either, even if the cream cheese frosting looks really good. Then there’s these, with sweet potato in them.” He shrugged and glanced at the class. “I don’t know. What do you guys think? Is it right to trick people into eating vegetables in cupcakes, just because they’re good for you? Or is that just mean? Is it okay if they know up front what they’re getting into?”
Hey, he was trying to be diplomatic about it. He still thought it was horrible.
“Better if they know what is in the cupcakes,” Stark said. “No need to trick anyone.” That was just mean. “But still. Don’t need to be healthy. Cupcakes aren’t supposed to be healthy. They are desserts. Just treats.”
“These are treats,” Anders added, uncovering the second tray to reveal a nice array of carrot-raisin cupcakes, and some chocolate cupcakes frosted with veggie shapes. “Carrots are okay in cupcakes, if you ask me. So how about you guys discuss the question for a bit, and then get to baking?
“You don’t really taste the carrots,” Stark said. “At all.”
“So it’s okay,” Anders added lamely. “Anyway. Let’s get cracking, okay?”
“You forgot last week’s cupcakes,” Stark said quickly. “We can’t forget them.” Even if some efforts had been slightly questionable. They’re looking at you, Sam, with your meaty cupcakes.
And yet. “Yeah, we picked a winner from last week’s work,” Anders said quickly. It had been a whole process involving blind taste-testing and . . . probably a mixup in their notes somewhere. Gods knew he sure looked confused. “Sam Puckett, congrats.”