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The Danger Shop this week had been programmed in two halves - on one side, there was a formal dining room with fine china and silver. On the other, a neat blanket was spread out over grass, with a well-crafted wicker basket in the middle. The dishes there were sturdier and the silverware plainer.

Hannibal stood at a table between the two halves in a lovely summer suit.

He straightened up and nodded at the students. "This week, we're not talking about food; we're talking about how other things relate to food." He waved between the two halves of the classroom. "What sorts of food does each of these settings demand? What sorts of conversation and manners? What culture do you expect of each?"

He gestured at the table behind him, which held all the food. "Take some food, and sit where you like to eat it; move between the two, if you like. But think about this - when you choose your food and seat, is it only because of taste? Or is there a reason you prefer one over the other? What behavior do you feel is warranted in each place? What is most appropriate and most comfortable? Let us discuss it."
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Class had been asked to meet in the Danger Shop; when they arrived there, they would find Hannibal leaning up against a table at the front of the room; the table had a number of dishes on it, each neatly covered with a lid or cloth napkin. He nodded and smiled at the students he knew, and made note of the ones he did not. The room was set up with a number of comfortable chairs, some at tables and some not, a couch or two, and even a beanbag. When they had all arrived and settled in, he began.

"Good afternoon. I am Dr. Lecter; this is The Philosophy of Food. I trust you are all in the correct place." He called up a syllabus on a screen at the front of the room. "I will send you each a copy of this. You may sit in a chair, or on the floor, or wander the room; whatever makes you comfortable, so long as you pay attention." You could tell a lot about people from how they chose to interact with their space.

"You will not need to take any notes, although you may do so if you choose. As you can see," he nodded at the syllabus, "there will be a final project, no exams or quizzes. I have only two requirements for our classes: one, you must participate." He indicated the dishes. "You may choose to eat or decline anything presented here. You may choose to eat none of it; while I might be disappointed, it will in no way affect your grade. However, you must have opinions and speak them, and possibly be prepared to defend them." He smiled.

"The second rule – there will be no judging. There will undoubtedly be things you do not think of as edible, or even that you may have a cultural or religious bias against. There may be practices in the raising or creation of food which you may find objectionable. I expect you to say just that, and to be prepared to explain why. There will be no use of the term 'disgusting', no 'ew's or 'gross'es." He frowned. "That will affect your grade if I hear it, and quite negatively."

He made sure they understood, and nodded. "Now, introductions I believe are traditional, but I would appreciate a little more as well. Please tell me your name, where you are from, and any allergies – food or otherwise – and dietary restrictions you may have. It is my goal to make you think about your food and to expand your horizons, not to kill you from anaphylaxis." Though he did have medicines just in case; he'd never lost a student unintentionally yet, and had no plans of starting now.
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"I can't believe it's our last class! There's so much more food out there to eat," Raiden said wistfully. "We'll just have to save that for another semester, right? But not next semester. Next semester we're zeroing in on potatoes. Don't miss it." Who would want to miss potatoes? "I couldn't decide at first where we should go for our last class--I thought about just going back to New Orleans, because let's face it, that's never a bad idea--but then Gray wrote a bunch of countries down and pulled one out of a hat for me, and he picked a good one: we're going to India! More specifically, Delhi, the capital, home to over twenty-eight million people and the second-largest metropolitan area in the world, after Tokyo.

"Now, Delhi has a strong Punjabi influence, but because it's the capital people from all over India have come here, so there are other influences from all over the country, which means you can find all different kinds of Indian food here--and yes, there are different kinds of food, because India actually has a lot of different cultures and languages. A lot of the food in India is vegetarian, due to strong local religious influences, but we'll also be trying various meats today, and most of the food will be full of spices, because they're plentifully available in this region--and they happily adopted ones that came from abroad, like the chili pepper--and they make things taste good." Hmm. He might have to keep an eye on the English girl. "Today we're gonna go on a food tour to experience as much as we can in as short an amount of time as we can, so let's go!"
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Was Raiden disappointed to be leaving Fandom's magical taps, however temporarily? Yes, but he was more relieved to not be a golden retriever the Pizza Planet staff wouldn't let drink from said taps any more. Apparently wine and chocolate were bad for dogs. Rude.

"Is everyone ready to visit Hanoi, Vietnam?" Raiden asked his students, doing a quick visual scan to make sure everyone had gotten his message about how to dress for the weather at their destination. It was entirely possible someone hadn't, since he hadn't had thumbs for very long, but he reminded them, "Vietnam is a country in southeast Asia, so it'll be warm there," before launching into explaining, "The food is based on a combination of five fundamental flavors, or ngũ vị: sweet, salty, sour, bitter, and spicy, in keeping with an overall Vietnamese philosophy of five elements It's a very fresh cuisine, using a lot of vegetables and not a lot of dairy or fat, and like many Asian cuisines, rice is a staple, although the period of French colonialism gave birth to the banh mi, or more properly the bánh mì thịt, since in Vietnamese 'bánh mì' is just the bread. You may also be familiar with pho, which is a noodle soup--our tour includes phở gà, or chicken pho, but I've checked with our guide and phở bò, which uses beef, will be available as well. Plus there are lots of other yummy things waiting for us, so let's head through the portal and get started on our food tour!
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"All right, guys!" Raiden exclaimed happily, "today we're doing something a little bit different." And Raiden had a Gray-shaped tagalong for some reason. "We're headed to Frankfurt, Germany, and we're not going to be exploring the city and area's food as a whole. Instead, we're going to be exploring the Christmas markets and all the delicious snacks and drinks in it!" Christmas. Christmas would be the reason for the tagalong. "These markets are common in European cities during December, and they sell things like seasonal decorations and toys, along with all sorts of things to eat and drink! You'll definitely want to get some glühwein, or maybe kinderpunsch if you're not feeling the alcohol, and pick up a bratwurst and some stollen, but beyond that there's a whole range of yummy treats, plus maybe you can get some Christmas shopping in while we're there! So let's get going and get in the festive spirit!"
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Raiden's students should have gotten a message last week letting them know class was cancelled due to the upcoming holiday, but in case they hadn't there was a sign on the desk at Portalocity:

Class Cancelled
Your teacher is busy making pie.
Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate!
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"All right, folks," Raiden said to his students, "today we're headed to Tokyo, the capital of Japan. Tokyo is the largest metropolitan area in the world--over forty-one million residents!--so we won't get to explore all of it, but we'll get a little taste that might just leave you hungry for more.

"You may already be familiar with one form of Japanese food from the Sushi Station in town, but there's a lot more out there, and you may not know that 'sushi' refers to the rice, not raw fish.

"Now, Japan is an archipelago, which means it's an island country. Until very recently, this kept it pretty isolated from most other cultures and outside influences on its food--except for China, its nearest neighbor--although these days that's changed and you'll see foreign influences in things like the wild proliferation of different flavors of KitKat." To name just one. "Rice is a staple, as well as the products of the sea, like fish and seaweed, and spices are used sparingly, because they were hard to get here for a very long time, resulting in a different flavor profile from what you may be used to.

"Today we're going to go on a food tour before we stop by a 7-Eleven, where you can try some other classic Japanese foods (or one of those sandwiches with whipped cream and strawberries) and pick up some snacks."
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"All right, guys," Raiden said to his students, "Today we're headed to one of the food capitals of the world: Paris, France. Now, people will fight about which is better, French food or Italian, and personally, I think the Italians have got the French beat hell for leather when it comes to dinner--the Italians did invent pizza, after all--but it cannot be denied there are some things the French do very, very well--and we're gonna eat as many of them as we can today.

"For those of you who are not familiar, France is a country in Europe which borders Italy, where we went a few weeks ago. They're separated by the Alps mountain range, and by the north-south European food divide: in France, except maybe in the south along the Mediterranean, you see more butter than olive oil, although garlic and the onion are both enthusiastically embraced, as they should be. France is home to amazing wines and cheeses, some great dishes like French onion soup, beef bourguignon, coq au vin--when in doubt, stew it in wine, am I right? You may also be familiar with crepes, which are a thin pancake you can put pretty much anything in, savory or sweet, and yes, the French do eat escargot, or snails, and frog legs. Hey, if you're hungry, you'll eat almost anything, and don't knock a readily available protein. If you can make it taste good, all the better. France, Paris in particular, also takes their baked goods really seriously, and with good reason. Some of the best bread and pastry in the world are made here, and every year Paris holds a contest with strict requirements to find the best one--the place we're going first won the award for best croissant in 2018!

"Today we'll be going on a tour of some places making some of the most iconic foods you might think of when you think of Paris--some of which are iconic in their own right. You can try everything, and buy things to bring home with you as well, of course. Along the way we'll get to see some sights like Notre Dame, which is still closed after that fire a few years back, although I hear they'll be reopening soon! And then we'll be heading over to a restaurant near the Eiffel Tower for a proper French meal." And those oh-so-necessary snaps of the Tower, of course. "I hope that sounds good, because it's time for our portal!"
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"All right, guys, listen up!" Raiden said to his students today. "Today we're going to Mexico City for a taco tour, and you're gonna want to pace yourselves, okay? Today is gonna be a marathon, not a sprint.

"Mexico City is the sixth-largest city in the world, and it's full of delicious food. It was originally founded as Tenochtitlan, the capital of the Aztec empire, on Lake Texcoco--that's right, I said on the lake, on a series of islands and floating buildings, although most of the lake has now been drained to allow for building on solid land--and it has been occupied since about 1325 CE. It's a really great city full of art and culture and did I mention tacos? Let's stop wasting time talking about it and get to eating, yeah?"
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"All right, folks!" Raiden said with an enthusiastic clap of his hands once everyone had assembled. "This week we're heading to my country of origin, although I've never actually been where we're going today, because one of my brothers is...dramatic." No, not that one. "See, I'm from Corinth, which is a little bit west of where we'll be going today: Athens, Greece! Athens is one of the oldest cities in the world, with a recorded history going back almost three and a half thousand years, and evidence of people living in the area going back to...like...thirteen thousand years ago. In ancient times, Athens was one of the most powerful city-states in what is now Greece, and it's considered the birthplace of democracy and the cradle of what we consider Western civilization. In modern times, the metropolitan area is home to almost a third of the population of Greece, home to numerous museums and historical sites like the Acropolis...and they've got some very delicious food.

"Greek food is a Mediterranean diet, which means that it's based on certain things: wheat; olive oil, wine, and seafood traditionally more than red meat, although these days meat is more common...though usually sheep or goat over beef, because the terrain in most of Greece isn't overly suited to cattle. Greece was one of the earliest wine-producing areas in the world, and the olive oil and yogurt from Greece are renowned worldwide. They use a lot of phyllo, which is very thin sheets of dough used for making pastries, both sweet like baklava and savory like spanakopita. Some other Greek foods you may be familiar with include feta cheese, moussaka, which is a delicious baked eggplant casserole with ground lamb, horiatiki, more commonly known in English as 'Greek salad,' tzatziki, a sauce made of that delicious Greek yogurt and cucumber, and gyros or souvlaki, the Greek version of fast food made from meat roasted on a spit. While we're in Athens I would also encourage you to try retsina, a wine made with pine resin that's been produced since ancient times, or ouzo, an anise-flavored spirit." If you did try both of these, you might be left with the suspicion that Raiden was secretly evil. Or you might like them. Who could say?

"I'm starving, so let's head through our portal to Athens and get started on our self-guided food tour!"
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"Good afternoon," Hannibal greeted them all at Portalocity. "I understand last week was quite something; I'm still working my way through the radio broadcasts." And not at all bemoaning the fact that he'd been unable to get here. "This week we will be finishing up our tour of the continents with North America. Much of the food you will find here is a mixture of various colonial influences. However, the indigenous peoples, generally referred to as Native Americans or First Nations, have their own cuisines. Unfortunately, due to the extensive actions of colonists, those cuisines and often the ingredients that inform them have been denigrated or lost to varying extents. To say nothing of the people.

"Today we will be visiting the Tsuut'ina nation for a meal at the Little Chief restaurant. Their menu includes a wide selection of native meats and vegetables, with recipes both local and inspired by cuisines around the world. After the meal, since it would seem we have no need to shop and you could likely use an opportunity for fun, you can explore the casino to which the restaurant is attached."

He led them through the portal. "Enjoy."
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A message was sent to all the students today:

Apparently the portals aren't working, so I won't be able to get there for class today, and if I could, we couldn't go anywhere. Enjoy your free time.

Hannibal was an optimist.
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Today's class had necessitated some last-minute portal changes and arguing with gnomes, and Hannibal was not in the best of moods, but he greeted his students nevertheless.

"Good afternoon. Today we are continuing our trip around the world by visiting Australia, which is both a continent and a country. We are going to a different world's Australia, because apparently the usual one has no seafood, and seafood is a staple there." Honestly, Fandom, talk about timing!

"We will be visiting the city of Sydney to go to Quay for dinner. It has consistently been ranked one of the best restaurants in the world. From there, we will be going to Market City, which contains a number of food shopping stores as well as cheap goods of all sorts." He waved them through. "I suggest you try the seafood, as it is both a signature of this sort of food, and apparently unavailable this week upon the island."
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Hannibal greeted his students as usual at Portalocity, then nodded and started. "This week seems...odd, but unpredictable. So, we will start with dinner, in Lima, Peru. That will make four of the seven continents of Earth we've seen so far. The primary language there is Spanish; I speak that, and if any of you speak it as well, please speak up so the others will know they can use you as a resource. Peru's standard cuisine owes much to any number of immigrant groups in the area; the restaurant we'll be visiting pares down some of those influences and focuses on local ingredients and flavors from the Amazon forest. The chef has researched quite a bit, and formed relationships with local suppliers that enable him to offer a wide variety."

The portal opened, and they would step through into a wide, sunny street in front of the restaurant.

"After this," he informed them, "we will be visiting the Mercado Central, the central market, where you may find everything from clothes to meat on sale. Also, I am told, pickpockets, so keep an eye on your valuables." He'd mostly be watching to see if any of said thieves were bold enough to try him. He'd be impressed if they managed it.
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Class today met at Portalocity, and Hannibal was calmly smiling. He didn't trust the island, but so far it seemed normal this week. So far.

"In the past weeks, we have been to Europe and Asia - two of Earth's continents - and today we are heading to another - Africa. The country of Morocco, to be precise, in the north of the continent."

He led them through the portal and into a bustling early-evening street surrounded by stalls. "Marrakech, Morocco," he explained. "Morocco has been a hub of trade for centuries, and its spices and cuisine reflect that. Mediterranean and Arabic cuisines are the strongest influences, and olive oil, fruits, grains, and a number of meats, including lamb, are common."

He led them further down the street. "Today we will be eating at Dar Cherifa, a restaurant meant as a calm oasis in the midst of the souks - the markets. This makes it handy for us, as we will be able to spend the rest of our time in Souk Semmarine. The restaurant features a fairly traditional and varied menu. I will order a number of things for us to share, and you're welcome to order your own as well."

He nodded at the waiter as they were led to their table. "The predominant languages here are Arabic and Berber, but most people will also speak French, and some will know Spanish or English. Please don't hesitate to ask should you have any questions. When you visit the souk, keep in mind that the vendors will expect for you to haggle over the price; it isn't an insult, it's tradition."
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Hannibal nodded and greeted the students at Portalocity.

"Today's Fandom seems fairly normal, although apparently we're in for another nasty one later," hey, he listened to radio, "so we'll be going on another general run. Today we're going to Tokyo, Japan. Seafood is much more prominent in Japanese cuisine than in the French we had last week, as are rice and noodles; the sauces tend to be lighter. We'll be dining at a lovely restaurant we've been to before - Mikawa Zezankyo, a restaurant that serves tempura - seafood and vegetables, deep fried. Specifically, this one serves food in the style called Edomae tempura - tempura in the style of the Edo period, approximately one hundred fifty years ago. The chef uses traditional ingredients and techniques that would not have been out of place then."

Their portal opened and he ushered them all through to a small, mostly residential street, where they stood outside an unassuming door. "Chef Tetsuya Saotome prepares all the food himself and will be standing in front of you, so I trust you will all use your best behavior," he told them. "I will demonstrate the use of chopsticks to those of you who've never used them, and I trust your classmates who know how will also help. Also, when we enter, you'll need to remove your shoes and leave them by the door; it's tradition and proper etiquette. If you have any questions, please ask me, as the chef and his assistants do not speak English.

"After that, we will be making a trip to Nissin World Delicatessen. They have foods from around the world, as well as a very good wine selection should our water turn unpotable, and a sizeable garden shop."
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Hannibal met the students at Portalocity and nodded at them. "Good afternoon. As this is the first week, we will be doing introductions. As part of the purpose of this class is to leave the island, we will be doing them in the restaurant."

He waved them through the portal and onto a street outside a restaurant. "Welcome to Paris. Le Grand Véfour is a restaurant that has been here for several centuries, and which looks out over the gardens of the Palais Royal. The food is a mixture of traditional and modern French. Please ask any questions you may have; the local language is French, but many of the servers will speak English, and I am fluent in French. Once we have eaten, we will be visiting La Grand Epicerie for shopping. Please let me know if there is anything specific you would like to purchase, and we can find it."

He led them into the restaurant.
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"Welcome back," Hannibal said to the students once they arrived in the Danger Shop. "Today is our last day, and that means our final. Ordinarily we would have been working on this throughout the term, and I would require that you cook it yourself. However, the island's whims being what they are..." He spread his hands.

"So, for your final today, use this room's abilities to help you create a food with special meaning to you. Serve it to the rest of us, and explain it - what makes this food special, what gives it its meaning, what the flavors are, and what setting you would choose for it. Tell us all about it."
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Hannibal looked calm as the students arrived at Portalocity. It was better than looking grim. "Since once again it would be pointless to stay here and attempt to eat local foods, we're engaging in another field trip. We've discussed some of the economics of food. Today we will gain some practical experience, as we observe and discuss the culture around producing food, rather than preparing it. I haven't made any food this week, but that doesn't mean there won't be anything to eat."

He held up a map to show their destination. "We're not going far; ordinarily we would have driven, but, well." Underwater and all that. And Iceland, not that Hannibal knew that part yet. "We'll be working with an organization called Gather Baltimore."

He rolled up the map and looked at the students. "Local farmers bring their produce to a number of markets around the area; at the end of the day, what they don't sell often gets thrown out. This group takes that food and redistributes it to shelters and societies that feed the hungry. We're going to help them, and I also would like you to speak with the farmers and learn more about how the food is grown and how they make a living.

"Try not to wander too far, please, but do take advantage of the entire market. If you'd like to use this opportunity to purchase some food for yourselves, please do. Or feel free to take advantage of my good nature and my wallet." He had at least one of those. "I plan on stocking up myself, given this week's locale."

He checked his watch. "I expect you all to stay and help for the duration of our class. If you wish to stay longer and avoid the island today, you may. Questions?"
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The room was back to normal this week, and Hannibal was grateful for it. After one week of swimming out his windows to get anywhere, and another of trying not to smell anything, he would easily take being grumped at by his cat.

This time the front of the room featured a table with a number of identical silver cloches over dishes.

When everyone was settled and listening, Hannibal stood behind the table and spoke.

"While I like to think that food can truly be an art form and a beautiful thing, I am well aware that not everybody shares that opinion. Nor does everybody have that option. Art, preference, culture - many things affect how we think of food. One of those is economics. Availability." He looked at them all seriously. "Not everybody gets the best food. Not everybody gets food they can eat. Some people are lucky if they get anything."

He gestured at the dishes. "So. Each of you gets one of these. No peeking. When you each have your own, we'll uncover them all. If you don't like what you have, feel free to try to get something else. Barter, bargain, trade, give away, or steal, whatever you like, remembering that you may still need to see each other later. Consider this a hands-on experience."


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If Hannibal had been mildly disgruntled last week, he was downright put out today. Class had been asked to meet at Portalocity instead of the school.

"Since the island has seen fit to drop us in the middle of a wasteland today, we'll be going somewhere else. As it happens, the Victoria and Albert - in several universes - has an exhibition that fits nicely into this class's purview. So, we have tickets and will be going there, and then for late lunch or early dinner in London before we return. The local language is English, so you should have no difficulties. If you've any questions about the exhibits, please feel free to ask me or any of the employees."
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Hannibal welcomed everyone to class just a little more studiously calm than usual. And with wet hair. Swimming to school had not been in his plans. Still, he was determined to fulfill his obligation.


"Good afternoon. I hope you made it here without too much problem. Today we continue our discussion of what is and isn't food, and how our preferences are formed."

He waved toward the table behind him, which held pairs of dishes this time. "We've got an assortment of foods and beverages today. You may choose only one from each pair - you cannot have both. You may choose neither, if you prefer. But in any case, you must explain your choice. Why do you prefer the option you've chosen - taste? Nostalgia? Curiosity? Feel free to debate with each other as well, and ask each other or me questions. Remember, there are no wrong answers - it's reasoning and thought we're looking for."
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The Danger Shop this week had been programmed in two halves - on one side, there was a formal dining room with fine china and silver. On the other, a neat blanket was spread out over grass, with a well-crafted wicker basket in the middle. The dishes there were sturdier and the silverware plainer.

Hannibal stood at a table between the two halves in his best...lizard-skin suit. He was still a bit disgruntled about it, yes. It looked fine, he supposed, but leather did not drape the way cloth did.

He straightened up and nodded at the students. "This week, we're not talking about food; we're talking about how other things relate to food." He waved between the two halves of the classroom. "What sorts of food does each of these settings demand? What sorts of conversation and manners? What culture do you expect of each?"

He gestured at the table behind him, which held all the food. "Take some food, and sit where you like to eat it; move between the two, if you like. But think about this - when you choose your food and seat, is it only because of taste? Or is there a reason you prefer one over the other? What behavior do you feel is warranted in each place? What is most appropriate and most comfortable? Let us discuss it."
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Class had been asked to meet in the Danger Shop; when they arrived there, they would find Hannibal leaning up against a table at the front of the room; the table had a number of dishes on it, each neatly covered with a lid or cloth napkin. He nodded and smiled at the students he knew, and made note of the ones he did not. The room was set up with a number of comfortable chairs, some at tables and some not, a couch or two, and even a beanbag. When they had all arrived and settled in, he began.

"Good afternoon. I am Dr. Lecter; this is The Philosophy of Food. I trust you are all in the correct place." He called up a syllabus on a screen at the front of the room. "I will send you each a copy of this. You may sit in a chair, or on the floor, or wander the room; whatever makes you comfortable, so long as you pay attention." You could tell a lot about people from how they chose to interact with their space.

"You will not need to take any notes, although you may do so if you choose. As you can see," he nodded at the syllabus, "there will be a final project, no exams or quizzes. I have only two requirements for our classes: one, you must participate." He indicated the dishes. "You may choose to eat or decline anything presented here. You may choose to eat none of it; while I might be disappointed, it will in no way affect your grade. However, you must have opinions and speak them, and possibly be prepared to defend them." He smiled.

"The second rule – there will be no judging. There will undoubtedly be things you do not think of as edible, or even that you may have a cultural or religious bias against. There may be practices in the raising or creation of food which you may find objectionable. I expect you to say just that, and to be prepared to explain why. There will be no use of the term 'disgusting', no 'ew's or 'gross'es." He frowned. "That will affect your grade if I hear it, and quite negatively."

He made sure they understood, and nodded. "Now, introductions I believe are traditional, but I would appreciate a little more as well. Please tell me your name, where you are from, and any allergies – food or otherwise – and dietary restrictions you may have. It is my goal to make you think about your food and to expand your horizons, not to kill you from anaphylaxis." Though he did have medicines just in case; he'd never lost a student unintentionally yet, and had no plans of starting now.
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When they stepped out of the portal this time, they were in front of a brightly colored building across from a cemetery. The air was humid.

"We are currently in New Orleans, Louisiana," Hannibal explained. "It's within the same country as Baltimore, so you needn't worry about the language for the most part," he assured them. "This area was home to indigenous peoples, then settled by the French. It was also briefly held by the Spanish. It is a major port city, and was home to many slaves and free people of color."

He gestured around them. "Its culture and its food are thus something of a melting pot. A mix of French, Spanish, African, Native American, and a number of other influences. There are two main cuisines locally, often combined - Cajun and Creole. Seafood is popular, as are a number of farm-raised meats. Caribbean and African spices are not uncommon. Our meal today will offer a variety, and I encourage you to explore."

He smiled at the students. "And I would like to thank you all for being a delightful class, and I hope you have enjoyed yourselves as much as I have. Now, enjoy."

And with that, he led them into the restaurant.
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"We're heading back to Europe this week," Hannibal told the students when they'd gathered at Portalocity. "More specifically, to Italy. There are a number of different regional cuisines, and today we will be experiencing Tuscan. Most of the staff will speak English, as this is a popular place with both locals and tourists."

He waved them through the portal, and they found themselves between a traditionally plastered building and a red-and-white striped one with carved animal heads on it. "The downstairs of that one," Hannibal explained, "is a butcher's shop. The upstairs is a burger restaurant. Both are owned and run by the same man, who also is responsible for the one across the street, which is where we will be eating. I should warn you that while there are vegetable dishes, the name of the restaurant translates to 'only meat'. Meat is a staple dish in Tuscany."

A loud and enthusiastic voice greeted Hannibal in Italian, and Hannibal answered back smiling (if somewhat more quietly). The butcher led them in to a large round table and sat them, still smiling, before heading back across the street.

"As always, please ask if you have any questions."
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Hannibal greeted his students as usual at Portalocity, then nodded and started. "Today we will actually be jumping slightly in time, since our restaurant isn't open until the afternoon." Really, how on earth had he lived without portals?

"Our destination today is Lima, Peru. The primary language there is Spanish; I imagine some of you may speak it as well, so please speak up so the others will know they can use you as a resource. Peru's standard cuisine owes much to any number of immigrant groups in the area; the restaurant we'll be visiting pares down some of those influences and focuses on local ingredients and flavors from the Amazon forest. The chef has researched quite a bit, and formed relationships with local suppliers that enable him to offer a wide variety."

The portal opened, and they would step through into a wide, sunny street in front of the restaurant.
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Class today was met at Portalocity by Hannibal wearing a lightweight suit much less formal than the previous week's. "Good morning." He nodded to them. "This week, in deference to those of you who had difficulties with the utensils last week, and because there was a request for coffee, we will be heading to Addis Ababa, the capital city of Ethiopia, for some traditional food of the region."

He smiled. "This food is eaten with your fingers, which hopefully you are all fairly adept at. And coffee in Ethiopia is very serious business; there is an entire ceremony surrounding it, which I have arranged for us after lunch."

He let any discussion die down, then raised one hand in caution. "There are many local languages, the primary one being Amharic. Unlike our previous outings, I do not speak it, either, but most of our hosts should speak English or French, and they do have English menus. Please continue to be courteous and polite, and if you have any difficulties, ask."

He waited for any last-minute questions, then waved them through the portal, which dropped them off on a wide and somewhat dusty street, bright and sunny, in front of Kategna restaurant.
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"Good morning," Hannibal greeted the class when they arrived at Portalocity. "We'll be heading off for dinner today - the vagaries of international times." Not that he couldn't have gotten a portal to a different time, but there seemed no point at present.

"Today we're going to Tokyo, Japan. Seafood is much more prominent in Japanese cuisine than in the French we had last week, as are rice and noodles; the sauces tend to be lighter. We'll be dining at Mikawa Zezankyo, a restaurant that serves tempura - seafood and vegetables, deep fried. Specifically, this one serves food in the style called Edomae tempura - tempura in the style of the Edo period, approximately one hundred fifty years ago. The chef uses traditional ingredients and techniques that would not have been out of place then."

Their portal opened and he ushered them all through to a small, mostly residential street, where they stood outside an unassuming door. "Chef Tetsuya Saotome prepares all the food himself and will be standing in front of you, so I trust you will all use your best behavior," he told them. "I will demonstrate the use of chopsticks to those of you who've never used them, and I trust your classmates who know how will also help. Also, when we enter, you'll need to remove your shoes and leave them by the door; it's tradition and proper etiquette. If you have any questions, please ask me, as the chef and his assistants do not speak English."
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Class met at Portalocity today, and Hannibal waited until they were gathered. "Good morning. A good bit of what we now think of as Western gourmet cooking is based in French recipes. So, I thought that we would start in France." He nodded to Lottie if she were there. "Please stay close once we arrive; Paris is a large and busy city."

The portal dropped them off outside a restaurant; it was late afternoon. Hannibal ushered them all to the end of the colonnade. "These are the gardens of the Palais Royal, the royal palace. Those of you who aren't familiar with France, it hasn't been a monarchy for some time; it now houses some government offices and a library. But as you can see, it is still a lovely view." He smiled. "Today we will be dining at Le Grand Véfour." He read it to them, since the French pronunciation might be strange to some of them. "This restaurant has been here in one form or another for centuries, and is currently helmed by chef Guy Martin. The food is a mixture of traditional and modern French. I expect you to have questions about it; please ask. We're here to understand what we're eating as well as to enjoy it."

And with that, he led them into the restaurant.
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"Good morning, ladies," Hannibal greeted his class. "Since we are at the very first class this term, if you're new, you should know that it's the day for introductions. And you won't have had time to get sick of them yet." He grinned.

"For those of you who haven't met me, I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Introductions in my class are as much a matter of necessity as tradition - we will be experiencing new things, and it is vitally important I know if there are things that I should be keeping from you. So. I would like for you to each give us your name and where you're from, but also any things you may be allergic to, and any foods you can't or won't eat. Also, I would like to hear if there are any particular foods or cuisines you would be interested in trying."

He spread his hands. "We have no formal syllabus this term, and there will be no grading. There is only one rule - you must be respectful. If you find a food distasteful, you needn't eat it. But you will refrain from calling it disgusting, or showing disrespect to those serving it to you. So long as you adhere to that rule, you will pass. If there are any requirements for individual trips, I will let you know prior to that day by e-mail. We won't be going anywhere this week, so please enjoy what I've made." He gestured at the food.

"Also - I have no assistant as of yet. If you would be interested, please let me know." He waved at the first girl to begin.

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Hannibal nodded to his students when they'd all arrived. "Today is our last class. This is generally when we would a final exam, but as you may have noted on the syllabus, you are not having one. Unfortunately, given that several of your handwavy projects were interrupted by the oddness last week, my usual plan of serving your foods today won't work, either. And please see me to reschedule those."

He leaned back on the desk. "I should still like for our final discussion to be this: each of you tell me one thing you have learned from this class, and one way in which it may inform or affect your future experiences."
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Hannibal was not entirely certain why the entire island smelled of cotton candy. He gathered it was due to the carnival, but for it to be so all-pervasive...

With his sense of smell, he was very glad that this week was the off-island trip. He'd handwavily sent out e-mail ahead of time for the students to meet him at Portalocity, dressed for walking, and had dressed casually himself, in sturdy slacks, a linen button-up shirt with no tie, and a large (but stylish) hat.

"Good afternoon," he greeted whomever had come to class. "I will make this brief, so that we can enjoy our trip rather than this overly sweet smell. A few weeks ago, we discussed some of the economics of food. Today we will gain some practical experience, as we observe and discuss the culture around producing food, rather than preparing it. I haven't made any food this week, but that doesn't mean there won't be anything to eat."

He smoothed a map against the wall. "We're not going far; we could have driven, but this will be faster. We'll be working with an organization called Gather Baltimore."

He rolled up the map and looked at the students. "Local farmers bring their produce to a number of markets around the area; at the end of the day, what they don't sell often gets thrown out. This group takes that food and redistributes it to shelters and societies that feed the hungry. We're going to help them, and I also would like you to speak with the farmers and learn more about how the food is grown and how they make a living."

He looked over the class. "Try not to wander too far, please, but do take advantage of the entire market. If you'd like to use this opportunity to purchase some food for yourselves, please do. Or feel free to take advantage of my good nature and my wallet." He had at least one of those.

He checked his watch. "I expect you all to stay and help for the duration of our class. If you wish to stay longer and avoid the sugar overload on the island today, you may. Questions?"
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There was no food on the table today.

"Before we begin," Hannibal started, "as we are now halfway through this session, I encourage you to discuss your class project with me now or during office hours, so that we can schedule time." He nodded to them.

"So." He sat on the edge of the desk. "To this point, we've mostly discussed how we approach food due to other influences, such as culture. Now, we turn that around. How is food itself an influence on other parts of life?" he asked.

"The types and amounts of food available to a culture, the sorts of foods that are valued as delicacies and the sorts that are discarded - these all can help to dictate the development of society, not to mention arts and leisure activities. We still evaluate earlier cultures on the basis of whether they were hunter-gatherers or agricultural," he pointed out.

"In each of your cultures, what foods are common or valued, and what expectations or industries or cultures have grown up around them? Beyond that, how much a part of your routine revolves around food? Do you cook, eat in the cafeteria, order food - and how does that change your day? The picnic to welcome us here - what would you have thought if it didn't include food? What about the fact that I've set out no food today - have you come to expect it? How has that expectation altered your behavior and thinking?"

He sat back and waited.
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The desk was back at the front of the room this week, with the students' chairs wherever they cared to put them. The food was covered, this time with identical silver lids.

When everyone was listening, Hannibal stood behind the table and spoke.

"While I like to think that food can truly be an art form, I am well aware that not everybody shares that opinion. Nor does everybody have that option. Art, preference, culture - many things affect how we think of food. One of those is economics. Availability." He looked at them all seriously. "Not everybody gets the best food. Not everybody gets food they can eat. Some people are lucky if they get anything."

He gestured at the dishes. "So. Each of you gets one of these. No peeking. When you each have your own, we'll uncover them all. If you don't like what you have, feel free to try to get something else. Barter, bargain, trade, give away, or steal, whatever you like, remembering that you may still need to see each other later. Consider this a hands-on experience."


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The classroom this week had been shifted around a bit. On one side, Hannibal had set out a table with chairs around it and a cloth over it, making as good an approximation of a dinner table as was possible. He hadn't used his finest china, but good dishes and silver nevertheless. On the other side of the room, a neat plaid blanket was spread out, with a well-crafted wicker basket in the middle. The dishes in it were sturdier, and the silverware plainer.

"This week, we're not talking about food." He chuckled. "Not precisely. Instead, we're talking about how other things relate to food." He waved from one side of the classroom to the other. "What sorts of food does each of these settings demand? What sorts of conversation and manners? What culture do you expect of each?"

Between the two halves, he'd set up a few other desks; all the food was laid out there. "This week, you need not choose. Sit where you like; move between the two. But think about this - when you choose your food and seat, is it only because of taste? Or is there a reason you prefer one over the other? What behavior do you feel is warranted in each place? What is most appropriate and most comfortable? Let's discuss that."
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Hannibal arranged everything on the desk, then waited for everyone to arrive, smiling as they came in.

Once they were there, he began. "Last week, we discussed what makes us see something as food, why some things are or aren't. This week, the question is: Why do we eat?"

He waved at the food and drink behind him. "There are the obvious answers; most people will start with, 'we eat because we're hungry'. But it's rarely so clear-cut. Each section here is a pair of foods. You may eat or drink only one from each pair. Choose one - or neither - and explain to us why. Feel free to debate it with each other as well. Feel free to ask me or each other questions."

He leaned forward. "Remember, there are no wrong answers; it's the reasoning we're after."
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Hannibal was not having class on the beach today; some of the students were just going to have to sit in a classroom. Sorry, folks; sand wasn't an intrinsic part of anybody's diet that he was aware of.

He leaned up against the desk, which had a number of covered dishes on it, and watched them all file in. When everybody was seated, he smiled, nodded, and began.Read more... )
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Hannibal nodded to his students when they'd all arrived. "Today is our last class. It is generally traditional to have some sort of a final exam, but as you may have noted on the syllabus, you are not having one."

He smiled. "It is said that a good teacher learns as much from his students as they from him, so I think a more fitting gauge of my teaching ability is for the final exam to be mine." He waved at the food on the table. "Today's food, you may thank your classmates for. Those of you who showed me how to create your foods, I hope I have done well enough by them. Those of you who elected to write an essay," he sighed, "well, I return them to you, printed on edible paper.

"For today's discussion, I should like for you to each tell me one thing you have learned from this class, and one way in which it may inform your future eating."

"Also, I should like to invite you all to a post-semester dinner at the Arms Hotel one week from Saturday. There will be no tests or requirements; it's simply my way of saying thank you for allowing me to instruct you."
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This week, Hannibal sent out e-mail ahead of time for the students to meet him at Portalocity, dressed for walking, where they were treated to the sight of Doctor Hannibal Lecter in casual clothing. Well, sturdy slacks, a linen button-up shirt, no tie, and a large (but stylish) hat.

"Last week, we emulated a bit of food economics. Today is for practical experience, as well as viewing some of the culture around producing food instead of preparing it." He gave them a tiny smile. This week, I haven't made any food, though you will be able to have some if you like. )
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There was no food on the table today.

"First," Hannibal began, "let me say that as we are now halfway through this session, I encourage you to discuss your project with me now or during office hours, as we will need to schedule time." He eyed them all.

"Now, so far we have been mostly discussing how we conceive of and address food because of other influences such as culture." He settled in his chair. "Now, we turn that around. How is food itself an influence?" He raised an eyebrow at the students.

"The types and amounts of food available to a culture, the sorts of foods that are valued as delicacies and the sorts that are discarded - these all can help to dictate the development of society, not to mention arts and leisure activities. We still evaluate earlier cultures on the basis of whether they were hunter-gatherers or agricultural, yes?

"On a note closer to home for most of you, how much a part of your routine is food? When you go to the movies, what food do you expect? The picnic to welcome us here - what would you have thought if it didn't include food? What about the fact that I've set out no food today - have you come to expect it? How has that expectation altered your behavior and thinking?"

He sat back and waited.
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The desk was back at the front of the room this week, with the students' chairs wherever they cared to put them. The food was covered, this time with identical silver lids.

When everyone was listening, Hannibal stood behind the table and spoke.

"While I like to think that food can truly be an art form, I am well aware that not everybody shares that opinion. Nor does everybody have that option. Art, preference, culture - many things affect how we think of food. One of those is economics. Availability." He looked at them all seriously. "Not everybody gets the best food. Not everybody gets food they can eat. Some people are lucky if they get anything."

He gestured at the dishes. "So. Each of you gets one of these. No peeking. When you each have your own, we'll uncover them all. If you don't like what you have, feel free to try to get something else. Barter, bargain, trade, give away, or steal, whatever you like, remembering that you may still need to see each other later. Consider this a hands-on experience."



[OOC: If you play and want to do it randomly, just click a dish below and see what you get. But feel free to check them all out and mod your results for the most interesting playing. :) ]
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The classroom this week had been shifted around a bit. On one side, Hannibal had shifted his desk and set chairs around it, making as decent an approximation of a dinner table as was possible. Not his finest china, but good dishes and silver nevertheless. On the other side, a neat blanket was spread out, with a well-crafted wicker basket in the middle. The dishes in it were sturdier, and the silverware plainer.

"This week, we are not talking about food." He quirked his lips in a tiny smile. "We're talking about how other things relate to food." He waved between the two halves of the classroom. "What sorts of food does each of these settings demand? What sorts of conversation and manners? What culture do you expect of each?"

Between the two halves, he'd set up a few desks; all the food was set there. "This week, you need not choose. Sit where you like; move between the two. But think about this - when you choose your food and seat, is it only because of taste? Or is there a reason you prefer one over the other? What behavior do you feel is warranted in each place? What is most appropriate and most comfortable?"
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Hannibal arranged everything on the desk carefully, then sat and waited for everyone to arrive.

Once they were there, he nodded. "We discussed last week what makes something food, why some things are or aren't. This week, we have another question. Why do we eat? )
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Hannibal pulled the chair to one side of the desk at the front of the room and sat; the desk itself had a number of dishes on it, each neatly covered or cloth-napkin-draped. He waited until he had the right number of students seated in front of him, then nodded and stood.

Good afternoon. I am Dr. Lecter; this is The Philosophy of Food. I trust you are all in the correct place. )
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The Danger Shop kitchen was bursting with ingredients of all kinds today.

"Good afternoon, class," Bond greeted them. "Since today is your final, I'd just like to say it was a pleasure teaching you all this semester."

"But moving on, today your assignment is to use whichever of these ingredients you wish to to design and cook a two course meal.You can decide which meal, and which two courses."

Because that was the kind of final everyone wanted sprung on them, right?

[Class Roster]
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Today the Danger Shop was not a kitchen. Instead it looked suspiciously like the bar at Caritas, only large enough to accommodate the entire class.

"Good afternoon," Bond greeted them. "And I'm very glad to see all of you again this week. Now today we'll be doing something that's not technically cooking, but still involves skill, taste and balancing ingredients. It's also a lot more fun and relaxing, which you probably all deserve." Yes, that's why they were doing this, not because Bond had been too occupied to come up with a lesson plan and this was (with good reason) the first thing that sprang to mind.

"Now, there are a wide selection of liquors and mixers behind the bar, along with recipes for those who don't feel like experimenting. However, while everything tastes like the real thing does, so you can see how the flavours work, nothing in this room will actually get you drunk." Because he had some sense of responsibility, after all.

[Class Roster]
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Once his students finished arriving, Bond looked around the classroom, and counted. He had hoped that today's radio had been a technical malfunction.

"Good afternoon," he said. "I'm hoping that today's absences are the result of emotional stress from yesterday evening rather than the beginnings of something untoward, but in either case it might be an idea to give class a miss today. Your homework is head over to the dorms and cook up some comfort food in the common rooms. We may need it."

[Class Roster]
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Bond was completely cool, calm, and collected at the front of the class, ignore the massive hickey on the side of his neck.

"Good afternoon. I'm afraid there were some issues with getting everything set up for class." Very important and distracting issues. "So we'll be watching a movie instead. About a woman with passion...for cooking."

[Class Roster]
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Bond looked much better this week, given he was actually there and all. Additionally there were baking supplies out.

"Good afternoon, now as those of you who keep track of such things know, this weekend is Easter. A holiday where the fact a by all accounts fairly decent man was nailed to a tree for telling people to be nice to each other, and then became a zombie, is celebrated with chocolate and baked goods." No, Bond wasn't particularly religious, why do you ask? "But the reasons why is not particularly important right now so much as the form the baked goods take, namely hot cross buns, which you'll be making today."

"Now, traditionally, these are spiced fruit bun, but there are also other variations which you may try if you feel they're more your speed."

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