EXTREME IRON CHEF

[loveablecoward]

[Who: (1) Host, (4) Judges, (8) Chefs.

When: August 20, 2011

Where: The kitchen

What: EXTREME Iron Chef Cook-off!

Why: EXTREEEEEEEEEEME]

((ooc | Sections {Subsections} [linked to as they go up]:

Insert EXTREME opening theme here { Find your station and your partner! and a Message from your Famboyant Host}
Cook-off! { 90:00, 60:00, 30:00, 05:00

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COOK-OFF

[loveablecoward]

90:00

[loveablecoward]

[IT'S BEGUN.

Remember, you have 90 MINUTES to complete four courses with four plates of each, alcohol (graciously provided by one Tony Stark) needs to be incorporated in all, and ANYTHING and EVERYTHING is fair game. Except trying to kill off your competition. That's just terrible.]

90:00

[_fredless]

[There's still more unexplained than explained about this whole scenario. And really, after the last few weeks, a cook off is the last thing Fred needs to be doing with her time. So why are her feet currently closing the distance between herself and the 'secret ingredient' as fast as she can manage?]

[knifestorm]

[so enthusiastic, pardnah?

Over at "their" workstation, Sakuya blinks, and...starts looking through cabinets leisurely, not caring one bit that they're on a schedule here]

[_fredless]

[Fred's back, her arms full of a variety of bottles and vintages -- from champagne all the way down to some rather suspect looking cans of beer.

It's only then she seems to work out that she is on an actual team]

[knifestorm]

[she doesn't usually do the teamwork thing either, especially with people she's never met. So she's pretty much just trying to make up for it by trying to be useful]

Quite the range you've got there.

[_fredless]

[Fred glaces over, trying to comb through meals and recipes in her mind for just what to cook. If there's anything they appreciate in Texas, it's food and alcohol]

I wanted to give us options.

[knifestorm]

[she picks up a bottle to examine its label -- ooh, this is fine stuff]

We have plenty now. How about saving the sweeter ones for whatever dessert will be?

[_fredless]

[There's a flash of a grin. She's been thinking pretty much just the same thing]

I thought maybe something with the champagne. Or the brandy? Do you have any recipes that might work?

[knifestorm]

[awesome possum, GREAT MINDS HI5]

Brandy would go well with cake.

[_fredless]

[That grin grows wider, as Fred starts to sort through various pots and pans]

I think we're going to get along just fine.

[knifestorm]

I'll accept that compliment with honour, then.

[with a smile of her own, she pops the cork off one bottle. Time to get to work!]

[_fredless]

[Fred's off herself, moving to gather all the ingredients she needs for a full batch of beer cheese soup]

60:00

[tomatoandbasil]

[You're a third of the way through now, and your judges are eying your every movement. Well, Alleyne is. There's a notebook with everyone's names on it with various numbers and hash marks by all of them.

Her nose sniffs the air, hmming. She'll be the hardest one to please.]

60:00

[playdohsmash]

[Raised by cheese-loving, borderline-alcoholic aunts, Chuck has just finished making some sort of beer cheese spread and is currently making some sort of salad dressing out of wine.

She seems entirely too amused by the entire contest.

The food smells alright.]