Grading Hell Theater: food quirks

[cereta]

Grading Hell begins today, and I'm guessing does not stop for the rest of the semester. I have lots of good ideas from people, but first, one of my own.

Let's talk food quirks. You know what I mean: jelly on eggs, tartar sauce on fries (I blame the year I spent working at a Frisch's for that one; also, only Frisch's tartar sauce will do). I, for

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[cereta]

Awesome!

[lazar_grrl]

The only foster parents Parker ever liked made their own lasagna from scratch. It was a whole family project; Mom made the sauce and cooked the meat, Dad mixed up that eggy-cheesy-herby stuff, and Parker was the Noodle Girl, in charge of the precise placement of those giant noodles. They gave her Bunny. She thinks she loved them. She can't stand frozen or restaurant lasagna; the preservatives and artificial flavorings that are so tasty in everything else are just wrong in lasagna. And Eliot's lasagna doesn't ever taste the same, but at least he lets her be Noodle Girl Woman.

[cereta]

Oh, this made me sniffle.

[lazar_grrl]

In my head, Parker's first foster parents were when she was pretty young, 3-5, young enough to have lived through and remembered trauma, but not so old that the system would have considered her beyond hope. They were an older couple, but stable and loving, and she probably would have turned out a lot differently if Mrs. Lewis hadn't had a sudden stroke and died. And since we just can't have single men taking care of little girls, off she went to the Harris house...which later exploded.

[marinarusalka]

There are some evenings when Pepper Potts feels particularly proud of herself for getting through the day without strangling Tony Stark. On those evenings, she comes home, fixes herself a vanilla hot-fudge sundae with walnuts and sprinkles, and leaves it to sit on the counter until the all the ice cream melts. She then mixes it up with a spoon until the fudge and the melty vanilla goodness are all swirled together, and eats the whole bowl while curled up on the couch watching Roman Holiday. The next day, she goes back in to work and doesn't strangle Tony all over again.

[cereta]

Mmmnnn, tasty!

[ban_sidhe]

[Noting that in my head Penelope grew up somewhere near San Francisco

[bluerosefairy]

Ohhh, this is so perfectly Garcia that I really want to hug her.

[cereta]

OH! Lovely!

[rubynye]

We know canonically that Amita loves waffles for the family memories.

What very few people know is that Charlie added the real maple syrup, having fallen in love with it during his year at MIT.

Then there was the time that Charlie did some calculations, cooked four strips of bacon to perfect glossy crispness, and laid them over two freshly made waffles and drenched the whole thing in maple syrup. Amita wrinkled her nose, unsullied by mammalian meat like the rest of her, but when Charlie was halfway through the first slice of bacon she stole it from him. Then he fed her a couple forkfuls of waffle. Then she climbed onto his lap.

Much later, Alan came home to find a plate on the dining table, smeared thinly with maple syrup, and the knife and fork and Charlie's syrup-daubed shirt all on the floor. Charlie and Amita were asleep in Charlie's room, despite it being midafternoon.

[cereta]

Oooh!