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There were no cloches waiting on the counter in front of Summer this week. Was that a good thing? Should you be worried? If you were asking yourself either of those questions, then Summer would feel like her work here was truly done. However, according to the schedule, her work here was definitely not done, as there was still one last class, and so....

"Thank you all," she said, "for going on this weird banana journey with me. By now, I'm hoping you've all had some newfound knowledge and respect for all the weird shit people used to do to bananas...and probably still do to this very day!...and that maybe you've been inspired to do some weird shit to bananas....in the kitchen, this is absolutely not that kind of class...yourself.

"On that note, I would like to divert your attention to this page I've copied out for you from a 1955's cookbook from Michigan. It's going to be difficult, but please ignore the enticing prune recipes on the bottom, because we're going to focus, naturally, on the suggested variations for baked bananas today instead. Because I'd like you all to pick one to make and try and share with the others for yourself.

"You can deviate from the suggestions, of course, especially since some of these are honestly not that bad, and if you've got an idea to really impress us with your What-the-Fuckery, I'd love to see it. So you can play it safe, you can go a little more extreme, or you can make your own unholy baked banana concoction, but the point is to find one that speaks to you and then see how it goes.

"Pretty simple, but honestly? A good way to close out the class, if you ask me. Take a few minutes to look over the suggestions, get inspired, and then we'll get to baking some bananas."

somethingwithturquoise

"Hey, everyone!" said Summer and you had about three seconds to feel like maybe that particular cheerfulness was just sort of some pre-birthday-weekend excitement before the real reason for that smile was revealed. "Today, I've actually got three recipes for you to consider!"

That was triple the banana fun, you guys! She beamed a little at that before continuing.

"But don't worry," she said, which surely put everyone at ease, right? "They're just little guys. Our first one is a recipe for spaghetti car-banana....just kidding! Even I'm not that weird, but it is for this Mystery Salad recipe from 1977. We might've been better off with the cars in pasta, actually.

"And then, after that, we're going to delve into one that is actually not so bad. A palate cleanser, so to speak, although it really is named horribly enough to make you think it's bad: banana scallops. But, luckily for all of us, this is not some unholy amalgamation of bananas and scallops, but, instead, a riff of fried bananas. Which are pretty good, actually, so there you go.

"If anyone wants to make actual banana scallops, or even think of the worst thing to potentially dip our banana scallops in, you will get all the extra credit.

"And finally, we're rounding today's selections out with not an actual banana at all, but a mock banana. That's right. Mock Banana. This is a recipe not from Americana, actually, but from jolly old England. It's a wartime recipe where apparently Brits were so desperate for the bananas they could no longer import that they came up with a wild way to use some parsnips and a few dashes of banana essence. Whether or not it succeeds, we're here to discover today."

somethingwithturquoise

There were three cloches in front of Summer at the start of the class today, which meant you were all definitely in for some real treats, right? But there was also a print-out ready to go on each station, wherein the students would discover three recipes as a preview for what they were in for this time.

"Hey, everyone," she said cheerfully. "Welcome back. Today, we're literally taking a page from this 1970s book called Be Bold With Bananas, published by the Banana Control Board in South Africa, with an absolutely brilliantly avant garde cover that really makes an enticing case for how delicious these fruits are when done up in terrible ways. We're sticking with some more savory recipes, and we're focusing today on three incredible recipes that make it clear that, when you think bananas, you should also thing pigs.

"But there's got to be something to it, right? Let's find out. Today, if you're feeling ambitious, you can try a couple of the recipes, but I want you to at least try one: we have a nice pork cutlet and banana bake, essentially a banana with a sausage in the middle of it, and the bananas and ham recipe on the list is very much like the bananas and hollandaise we've already covered, but, since it's on the page and also includes a little bit about a cheese sauce to put over your bananas and ham, I figured we could have some fun with that.

"And, of course, while we're working on these and trying them, we can speculate about the thought process, if they surprisingly work out well, what you might have done differently, so on and so forth, to make it feel like this is actually a learning experience and not just gawking at what poor things have been done to the banana in the past."

somethingwithturquoise

"This week," said Summer, at the front of the classroom as usual, "I want to focus in on a topic that, in my research for the class, came up an awful lot that I think will not only allow us to sort of gawk at an interesting phenomenon in the usage of bananas in old recipes, but could spark a discussion about our current modern perspectives about the fruit. Because you see, when looking through recipes, variations of banana meatloaf came up....like....a lot. And I have print-outs of several of those different recipes for you all today so we can look them over and see the differences in them and if there's anything substantial there. I even found someone inspired to make a vegan banana meatloaf, which seems like such a choice I almost have to respect it.

"But, see, the theory behind all these banana meatloafs is a simple and logical one: banana is really good as a substitute for eggs, which, due to allergies, cost, or food preferences, one might want to avoid. And it makes a lot of sense for baking things like cookies and cakes where it adds natural sweetness and the like. But the question we're asking ourselves today is how much does it make sense in a savory dish?

"So I'd like for us today to ask ourselves that question and find out. Shift through the banana meatloaf recipes to find one you think will work or won't work, and make it so we can see how right we are. Maybe it works better in actuality than it does in concept? Maybe it's just as weird as it sound. We only have one way to find out!

"And I also found this really cool recipe, actually, for a banana ketchup that I'd also like us to try....and, like, tomatoes are technically a fruit, so while I think it could be interesting, my real question is....is it really a ketchup? Does it even really work as a condiment, no matter what you call it? Let's find out."

somethingwithturquoise

Oh, the plight of the modern, thriving woman, where one must be forced to choose between correcting a very terrible hair color mistake and making horrible vintage banana recipes for dramatic effect in class! Clearly, consummate professional that she was, Summer had elected to work on her recipes for class today rather than dying her hair, which she wouldn't have had enough time for anyway, but as soon as she was finished here, it was time to grab that bleach, baby! For now, though, she was really hoping everyone would be kind enough not to say anything about her brown hair and also that the bandage covering her incredibly itchy, good god, fresh ink between her shoulder blades would go unnoticed as well.

Doubtful, with at least one student in the class, but, hey, maybe the bananas would be horrible enough of a distraction?

"Welcome back, everyone," Summer said with a smile and a tilt of her head and another urge to scratch her back that was going to manifest in a twitch in that smile. "As you'd expect, today, we're going to go over two more horrible banana recipes. Well, the second one isn't too horrible, but we'll get into that in a second.

"Our first one brings us a classic combination. I know when you think banana, you think fish. And while this," Summer pulled the cloche from the first platter to reveal the dish in question, "isn't nearly as egregious as the sardine banana boats we've done in a previous class, there's just something about a salad that combines salmon and bananas together that makes you wonder...why? Were they actually onto something? Or were they maybe just on drugs? We'll be making it today and finding out!

"Additionally, naturally, the dressing on this salad calls for mayo and mustard, and I'll agree that the mayo makes sense with the salmon, but it's an interesting choice with the banana and pineapple. And, as mid-century as it feels, it does feel a little bland and unexpected. So today I'd like to throw in a challenge, too. What other dressings could you think of to toss into this salad? Either to genuinely improve it or to somehow make it even worse; we like to go both ways in this class."

Yes, she had to say it all like that, shh.

"And, secondly, we have Banana Pineapple Salad, which, as far as recipes go, isn't all that bad. It's honestly really simple and the flavors make sense. So what we're talking about today," and now she pulled back the cloche to reveal the banana-pierced pineapple rings on a bed of greens and berries, "is the presentation. Just like banana candles from last week, putting the banana through the pineapple rings feels very much like a choice, the exact kind of choice that we're looking to explore in this classroom.

"So, you should have everything you need to recreate these recipes; let's get started, and let's get talking."

somethingwithturquoise

As if to make a statement, Summer was flanked by bowls brimming with bananas at the front of the cooking classroom, beaming with a sort of serene happiness to be back in her element of horrible power in dredging up the culinary sins of the past and exposing the world to them. And directly in front of her were two cloches covering the terrible mysteries they would be exploring today.

"Welcome, everyone," Summer said, "to This Shit is Bananas, Part Duex, a class where I return to the topic of horrible old recipes that should never see the light of day again, but with a specific focus on bananas. Now, bananas are a very interesting fruit. It's one of the most popular ones in America today, and some scientist believe it's actually the first fruit, like, ever. So it's been around for a while, which means there's been plenty of time for us to really fuck it up. We've also improved it in a lot of ways through genetic breeding and things that, which means its definitely didn't come out in nature as the perfect fruit like some Creationist may suggest. In fact, the banana was all know and love today is known as the Cavendish banana, named after some super-Britishly-named duke back in the 1820s. And now, it's a staple for lunch boxes and track meets, full of potassium, and bound to clutter freezers everywhere in wilted browned form because you're definitely going to make that banana bread out of it some day, really!"

There was a pause, as she looked over the class to see whose eyes might be glazing over at the 'educational' part of the class, and then grinned.

"We are definitely not going to be making banana bread in this class. We are going to be making stuff like this."

She opened the first cloche to reveal ham and bananas in hollandaise sauce.

"And this."

The next cloche revealed what might look, at first blush, like something wholly inappropriate for a classroom setting but was, in actually, just Christmas Candle Salad.

"Now," Summer said, "these two recipes were what inspired me to focus on the horrible things we did to bananas in the past, and so that felt like a great place to start for this week: the classics, and on two sides of the spectrum: one for its absolutely baffling combination of flavors and the other for its rather...unique presentation that's sure to catch the eye and make you wonder if people back then were seeing the same thing we see now. So we're just going to dive right in, we'll go over how to make the recipes, and, as we make them and maybe try them for ourselves if you're bold enough, discuss how and why these things might have come to be or just your thoughts and opinions in general.

"And if your thoughts and opinions generally revolve around regret? That is totally valid."

stykera

"For our final class," said Summer, with a little bit of a mewling frown because weren't you all so sad? This was the last class! And surely there would be no other opportunities to have Summer inflict weird, weird recipes on you ever again after this. Heartbreaking!, "I decided we'd have a look at the allegedly most important meal of the day: breakfast."

Stark was a little sad it was the last class, actually. Maybe more than a little. He liked having classes with Summer. “I do like breakfast,” he said, foolishly hopeful. He’d very much enjoyed breakfast last Sunday.

"Starting with tuna waffles. They are exactly what they sound like, and a good way to transition into assuring you that at least the banana scallops do not actually involve scallops, but they do involve bananas."

“The waffles have fish but the bananas don’t, this time?” Stark checked. He just wanted to be sure. Had he just inspired tuna and banana waffles to appear at a later time? Maybe. “Wouldn’t it be better to have no fish for breakfast?”

"Come on," said Summer brightly," we live on an island! On the Atlantic coast! Fish should be featuring in all our meals more prominently, really. Sustainability, and all that good stuff!”

“I don’t think you even believe that,” Stark told her. “I don’t think you really want fish in desserts. Not to eat.”

Summer just smiled at him sweetly, offering no comment or opinion, only moving on to the last offering. "And, finally, we have an…interesting twist on the classic Eggs Benedict by making it….with cream of chicken soup, because why not?"

“Because that’s not what that sauce ought to be made of at all?” Stark suggested. Not that he really knew much about hollandaise. Maybe they ought to do brunch some weekend. For educational purposes.

"It's usually eggs yolks, butter, and lemon!" she offered, helpfully, because this was a class where you were to learn things. "So definitely not! Although whether or not this is an improvement is something we can discuss once we all give it a try."

somethingwithturquoise

Deepest apologies to those who showed up to the kitchen classroom that morning, really looking forward to start their day with some true culinary WTFery, but, as the sign on the door would let them know, there would be no class today. You would simply have to put extra cheese and jello and tuna fish from cans where they didn't belong on your own damn time.

CLASS CANCELED TODAY
due to, you know, MISSING PEOPLE

I'd say text me if you have any new information,
but I'm going to be in the sewers tracking down raccoons
and the service down there SUCKS.

But if u want to help, feel free to join me!

--Summer--

Only after she'd posted the note did she realize that this note would not at all be helpful to Ignis if he showed up, so he at least got a phone call, and had the audacity to tell her that he didn't think raccoons had anything to do with this one.

"Don't you get it, though?" she argued. "That's exactly what they want you to think!"

Or at least, that's what she hoped was going on, at least in Stark's case, because wouldn't that just be so much easier?

stykera

"You know," said Summer, with a little bit of a musing tone and a slight sigh, "this week, I really wanted to go in for a theme, but as I was researching what to bring to the courtroom of culinary crimes this week, I had three that really stuck out hat didn't really follow much of a theme, but were too good to just let go to waste. So today's a bit of a miscellany, featuring two sandwiches and doing something terrible to lemons."

“You say ‘too good to waste’,” Stark said with a sigh, “and I feel like we all ought to run from the room. What did lemons ever do to you, Summer? What did sandwiches ever do?” What had the students ever done, for that matter?

To be fair, they did sign up for this class, sooooo….

"First off," Summer continued, unfazed as ever by these half-hearted protests, "if you're in need for a great sandwich idea to pack into a lunch, might I suggest taking your bologna above and beyond with a lovely bologna and prune sandwich, made with bread literally from a can, too!"

“Bread comes in cans? I didn’t know bread came in cans. How does that work? Wouldn’t it be all squished?” Stark might be getting stuck on that detail instead of the mildly horrifying flavor combination. Possibly on purpose.

Knowing that how bread existed in a can would be revealed in due time, Summer kept going. "And if bologna's not your luncheon meat of choice, perhaps you might liked corned beef….but as the bread! And the filling is baked beans, because you know what? Why the fuck not?"

“That just sounds messy,” Stark sighed. “How are you meant to eat that without beans dripping everywhere?”

"And, finally, as promised, sardine-stuffed lemons. The less said about that one, the better. I'll just let those do the talking for themselves."

“I do not want to hear what those lemons have to say,” Stark said firmly. “Or the sardines.”

"We do, however," Summer said brightly, "want to hear what you all have to say about these lemons, and sardines, and everything else. Dig in, guys, and let's discuss!"

stykera

"Between my love for a theme and the general ephemeral nature of time and its passage," said Summer, which was a hell of a way to start a class about gross food, "we almost got out of July without being able to do this, but the timing has smiled in my favor and before we move onto August," HOW??, "we've got just enough July left to do ourselves a nice little Christmas in July! Because there are some holiday themed recipes that are just too good to just pass up merely because it's not December.”

“I’ve never had a second one Christmas before,” Stark said. “But I like the idea.” Although now he was wondering if he ought to have purchased gifts. Or made cookies.

"Because I haven't gotten to the recipes yet. Such as our Frosty the SLAW Man--introduce a new man into your life, indeed!"

"I don't think this is sort of man anyone in here needs in their life," Stark said. “I don’t need that sort of man in my life.” He didn’t think Summer did either but he wasn’t going to say that out loud.

"Or," Summer continued, relentless in her questionable holiday cheer, "we can make the classic fruitcake even worse by including tomato soup! Tomato is technically a fruit, after all!

"And surely," Summer, finally, reached her conclusion, "the thing you think of when you hear the words hot avocado pie is 'yule delight'! Because that's exactly what we've got in a 'poinsettia pie' recipe, as well."

“I thought those were poisonous plants,” Stark said suspiciously. “Aren’t they meant to be poisonous? We’re not really eating them, are we?” No, Stark and also they aren’t really toxic anyway.

"No, we're not," Summer assured him and everyone else. "No actual poinsettias were used in this recipe. So why is it called that? Who knows! But what I do know is that you can thank me now," Summer nodded decisively, "for all the rave reviews these are sure to get you come actual Christmastime."

stykera

It would seem that Summer's usual manic….let's call it charm...that she brought to the class weekly was a little diminished that week, but that didn't mean that she wasn't at least trying to put out the same enthusiastic energy for gross and disgusting and weird food choices of the past that she usually had.

Funny, that. Stark was still rather subdued at this point in the week as well. Not enough that he wasn’t here and watching Summer with the usual respectful interest and mild terror.

"Today," she announced with a lofty lift of her chin, "we'll be focusing on a very simple, very useful, very versatile, as you're about to see, ingredient, one loaded with nutrients, so any time you can squeeze it into something, all the better for you, right? Right! And that ingredient is the incredible, edible egg!"

Cue Summer holding up an open carton of them in case anyone needed the visual reminder of exactly what an egg was, or maybe it was just sort of a vague threat that she did, in fact, have eggs, and she knew how to use them in terrible ways.

“Eggs,” Stark repeated, narrowing his eye suspiciously. That seemed far too tame for a food crime class. “I’m worried, now.”

"This week's culinary evidence will come in the form of a curried egg pie, a hot tuna and egg sandwich, and, of course, eggs en gelee. That's a fancy word for jello.""

“Summer.” Stark was giving her a very disappointed look. Those poor eggs didn’t deserve this! Neither did Stark. Or the students. Hadn’t Ignis suffered enough?

(Clearly not).

stykera

"Hey, everyone," said Summer, smiling beatifically at all these beautiful idiots who just kept coming back for more and looking terribly pleased about it. It was, if anything, a good distraction from that itchy feeling of knowing your dead brother was going to show up anytime now since it was nearing the weekend and just not wanting to deal with it.

"Since you've all taken one of these classes before, if not even the one we did last session, then there's no point in wasting any time letting you know what you've gotten yourself into. We're just going to jump right in, because we're already a little late in celebrating the Fourth of July, mid-20th Century style! Because while a lot of these recipes do try, in misguided earnestness, to sometimes be influenced by the exotic flavors and dishes of other cultures, there's just something truly deeply rooted in Americana in a lot of the recipes we cover. So let's celebrate the Food Crimes way!"

“That sounds very ominous,” Stark said. “Celebrating the Food Crimes way.” Probably because it was meant to. “Nothing we’re making is going to explode is it? Or be set on fire?”

"I mean," said Summer, "I make no promises. Though you might want to set this first one on fire. Today, we're going to be making our very own Frankie Doodle Dandy. What is that, you may ask? It's your own delicious little patriotic friend to be served up with a little cheese flag and, ironically, an English muffin! Because if there's one thing I definitely love from my food is that it's smiling at me after I've viscerally split it open!"

“I prefer food that doesn’t interact at all,” Stark said mildly. “But at least it doesn’t have a real face that’s still smiling. And no actual viscera.”

"And," Summer continued with dedication, "to wash our good patriotic buddy right down, we actually have a nice refreshing Fourth of July cocktail that has so much going on, I don't even know where to start, but you can't go wrong with whiskey and champagne as your base, right? So we'll mix up a little July Kraker to really bring the fire in fireworks!"

“Is that like a kraken?” Stark asked. “Or worse?” He was guessing worse. “You probably can’t drink a kraken.” Please don’t take that as a challenge, Summer.

"And, finally," said Summer, a word that should come as a relief to everyone, "what's more American than apple pie? How about Congealed Apple Pie? That's right, folks, who else but good old American Summer Smith to bring you a terrible apple pie made of mostly jello and soda? Yum yum! Just look at it jiggle, like any good apple pie should!"

“It’s…very red. And jiggly.”

"It is," Summer agreed, "but is it a food crime, to be so red and jiggly? Let's find out!"

stykera

For our final class of the first session," said Summer, but don't you all worry! They'll be back next time! Hopefully. If no truly concerned citizens or mooses intervened, "we're going to focus on some nice, refreshing beverages."

She gestured helpfully toward the line of pitchers set before her.

"How refreshing, you may ask? 7-Up and Milk refreshing!"

“That doesn’t sound refreshing,” Stark said mildly. “It doesn’t look it either.”

"And," said Summer, "if you didn't think a lemon-lime soda in milk was bad enough, just you wait, because we've got a recipe that adds it to tomato juice with what's called a Sparkling Red Rouser, intended to rouse your appetite!"

"Or you could just stick with some hot buttered lemonade. Now there's some words you're not used to hearing all together!"

“Couldn’t we have done something rainbow colored and harmless, for the weekend?” Stark asked plaintively. “Or perhaps or not harmless but maybe less…buttered lemonade?”

"Absolutely not." Stark, you already knew that answer. And to think, you could have done whatever you wanted and let Summer skip this class, but noooo. "Let's grab some glasses and drink up, everyone."

“I would have thought,” Stark said dryly, “you might be wary of drinking odd things right now. At least none of them have mayonnaise in them?”

"Yet."

On that very ominous note Stark just sighed and waved a hand at the drinks. “I suppose we all ought to get on with it then.”

stykera

"One of the things I truly love about these old ass recipes," said Summer, which was always a good way for a class to begin now, wasn't it, "was how inventive they were in finding things to put into other things that you might not normally have thought of. Is it a crime to put something into another thing and pass it off as food you'd want to eat or have someone else eat? Let's find out."

“I think,” Stark said, eyeing her a little nervously, “that it could be a crime. Yes.”

"This week, we're going to have a look at how bologna can be a boat for, what else? Creamed corn, and how apples are a great place for your prawns.

“Apples are great for pies,” Stark countered. “Not prawns. Why would you do that?” He didn’t actually expect an answer to that question besides, perhaps, ‘why not?’ He shook his head. “Although maybe it’s…fine?” He didn’t think so but he’d been wrong before. “Have you tried these, Summer?”

"I've made them before," said Summer, deftly not answering the question. "And, of course, if we're talking food inside of food, we'd be remiss not to at least mention the turducken, which is, of course, a chicken in a duck in a turkey. We don't have time to make one of those, but I did bring one, and also I made it Wellington, because people went nuts for Wellingtoning things in the mid-century, and it's another example of putting one food in another!"

"That just seems…excessive." Stark shook his head. "I should be used to that. Right. We should get on with it."

stykera

"Today," said Summer, with that look on her face that she hoped made people start sweating before she even needed to say much more, beatific and far too pleased with herself, "we are covering a few recipes that are criminal not so much in their combinations of ingredients, but rather, how they are presented. Remember, after all, that they say we do eat with our eyes first," all apologies to Ignis! Or rather, Ignis, you're welcome, for not having to bear witness to the things the rest of the class was about to see, "and so how a dish looks is important."

There were a number of looks Summer had that made Stark sweat. Not all of them in the same way. This was, in fact, one of them. “I’m concerned,” he said quietly.

Summer continued, her current look suggesting that Stark had every right to be concerned. Almost like he knew her, or something.

"I am proud," way too proud really, "to present to you all not only the infamous banana candles, but also this mushroom-stuffed plaice."

Oh no. Not the candles. Stark sighed rather more dramatically than strictly necessary, then got a good look at the second dish and had to duck his head. He couldn’t look right at it and he certainly couldn’t look at Summer right now. Not in front of other people.

"And then," Summer added, because wait, there's more! "I want you to all try my spicy muffnuts."

What? That's what they were called!

“Your what?” Stark asked, sure he’d misheard that somehow.

"Muffnuts," Summer repeated helpfully, and who was all sweet innocence now, huh? "I think you'll like them. They're spicy!

"Actually," she felt compelled to add, "not really. Like, at all, we're going by white suburbanites in the fifties level of spice here. So, like, spicy in the way mayo is spicy."

“Mayo isn’t spicy,” Stark said, frowning. “And…you think I’ll like your…muffnuts? Maybe we should just start cooking?” Maybe then he could take out his phone and look up whether or not that word meant what it sounded like it meant.

stykera

"If we may be so bold as to traipse into another's hollowed territory," Summer said, as class began that day, with a nod of deference over to Raiden ~~assuming he was there that week~~, "I would like to take a moment to discuss few pizza crimes of the last century."

“Summer,” Stark sighed. “Why?” Raiden, Stark was very sorry about this. Everyone else, Stark was still sorry but slightly less sorry in your directions than in Raiden’s.

"We're talking well beyond the great Pineapple debate, or pizzas without cheese or if Chicago deep dish is actually a casserole," Summer continued. "We're talking pizza with beans'--LOTTA beans this semester, apparently!--"and tuna and pear."

“Why is there a debate about pineapple? Pineapple is good. These two do not sound good.”

"Sounds can be misleading!" Summer chirped happily. "Don't knock it until you try it, right? Which we're going to do. Right now. Today. And, of course, discuss."

Because they had to put up the pretenses that there was some educational value to these classes and that they weren't just an excuse to torture people with weird ass food.

“If you have any better ideas for pizzas, please share them,” Stark said, giving the students a pleading look. “Or ways to make these two more…acceptable?”

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