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 Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:54 pm
Hank was using his time before he went home to do some cooking, knowing that if he just made dinner at school and took it home to eat, both he and Metz could get to bed quicker and everyone would be happier.
As was his custom, he had stripped down to his shorts and an apron, as the high heat from the stove bothered him. He was making beef stroganoff, and was surprised when the door came open and a short, if snappily dressed, figure came walking in.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 7:25 pm
C.J. had been wandering for minutes,(but they seemed like hours!) as he followed his nose towards the meaty aroma. He couldn't remember the last time he ate and his stomach growled accordingly. He pushed the door open with his left hand a little awkwardly, choosing to keep the index finger of his right hand securely lodged between his teeth. He entered the kitchen and immediately found himself in a world of excitement. His eyes widened visibly at the sight of steam rising from a pot. He stood transfixed, sharing his wide eyed stare between the pot, and the person cooking in it, until finally his stomach broke the silence.
Rumble.
"I'm hungry"
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 9:13 pm
Hank looked around when he heard the door open, and was a bit confused when he saw the pinstripe clad toddler standing by the stove. He wasn't used to being interrupted in the school's kitchen, and especially not by toddlers. Weren't they supposed to have parents around? Or something? He was pretty sure they were.
Still, this was almost done. He could make the kid a snack.
"Well, I guess I can make you something. What do you want to eat?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 6:04 am
With his finger securely lodged in his mouth, still, C.j. thought for a moment or two with a look of very deep concentration. His jaw worked his set of teeth around the skin of his finger somehow grinding and nearly gnashing, but never drawing blood.
"Something meaty and juicy, or cookies," C.J. replied, focusing on the chair Hank was sitting on rather than Hank himself. "Or something really crunchy, but not chips," he added, with his gaze slowly wofting up to the ceiling as though he were checking a very long, invisible list of foods. After slowly looking back down the list, his eyes settled on Hank.
C.J. absentmindedly took his finger out of his mouth, but quickly put it back in as his teeth clicked against themselves, drawing him out of his hunger induced stupor. He wiped the small amount of drool with the heel of his other hand.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 6:53 pm
"Well, I don't have time to do cookies or a pot roast, really . . . I could see if there are potatos around and whip you up some crisp french fries, if you are interested in those. Or if there are saltines and chocolate chips, I could make you bark, but that takes some time to cool. Or I could do a Reuben; I had a Reuben for lunch and the corned beef and slaw are still around. They're kind of crisp and juicy and sloppy. Uhh, which one of those do you want, kid?"
Hank returned to the stove and turned the heat down. He didn't want the stroganoff to scald while he made this kid some food. And, you know, hopefully not get eaten the way the kid was chewing his finger.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 7:18 pm
C.J. was temporarily stunned by the mention of food. His nostrils flared and his eyes glazed over as pretend commercials played in his head.
"Bacon chicken Reuben sandwich, only at Arby's", the tempting pretend TV announcer said to C.J. alone.
"Reu...ben," C.J. said, savoring the words as they slipped out of his mouth, as though he could almost swallow them back up as soon as they'd left. He grinned widely. He tried not to salivate too much, but wasn't doing a very good job.
The groan of his stomach reached his ears. He looked at Hank when reminded of his hunger and his oh-so-close promise of feeding.
Rumble.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 7:48 pm
"Uh, right. Well, I'll just get that started for you."
There were times (usually parties at Aunt Sun's house) where Hank felt like a short order cook. But only having one extra to cook for wasn't bad.
"So, kid, what are you doing here? Don't you have someone that should be watching you?"
Hank attempted to keep up the small talk as he found a pan and started gathering all of the ingredients for the toddler's sandwich.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 6:29 am
C.J. smiled briefly, but receded just as much at the question.
"Yes," he said, swinging his arm slowly and scuffing his shoes against the floor.
"but I'm hungry, and this is where you make food," he added.
He watched with an inquisitive look on his face as Hank gathered the oh-so-delicious goods for preparation. The drool yo-yo'd a little less as he took it in. So this is how you make a Reuben. Hmmm ...
Rumble.
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"Thank you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 9:24 am
Hank buttered the bread to make sure it would end up a lovely crisp brown when it was done, and added corned beef, cheese, and slaw. He put the griddle over the burner and let it start to heat up.
"You always want to make sure the griddle is warm before hand; it helps to make sure cooking is even on each side ad goes a bit quicker. Just handy to know. You're welcome, by the way. Just hold tight, these don't take long to make."
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 2:48 pm
C.J. nodded in appreciation and found something to sit on.
He took his finger out of his mouth and wiped it off. His legs swung in unison, smiling broadly. His nose twitched as he sniffed the air, filled with the scents of ingredients becoming a meal. He managed to keep his mouth closed while he waited, patiently.
Rumble.
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