A-ha! I knew if I mentioned posting this entry the next night, it wouldn’t happen. Sorry ’bout that, lads, I instead used that time to write up a detailed list of site improvement suggestions. So I was still being productive! Who are you to say that I wasn’t? HM? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Punk. Go back to your Naruto.
After you read this, I mean.
So, it’s time to see who’s ready to turn in their food. Nobody can remember who was first, so CK volunteers us. I cringe. First is not the way to go. Especially with those golden 4’s on the line. Everybody’s going to hold onto those, no matter how good we are. And they’ll only remember everything they taste after as better. This is how physics works.
Granted, I found out later that only one 4 was given out (and no 0’s), but still. It wasn’t given out to us. That’s the important part to remember.
So we had switched up our entrée and appetizer. We decided ahead of time that the breakfast item would work much better if it was served first, with the noodle muck following that, and the dessert+drink bringing up the rear. CK takes the newly appointed appetizer to the front and sets it down in front of the judges. They handed him a mic to tell them and the audience what it was and what it was made of. He ran down the ingredients, and ended his speech with, “I like to call it… breakfast.” Saying that last part like sort of a verbal shrug, implying that the name was obvious.
One of the judges made a joke about giving him a 1 for, um. Whatever category the name fell under. And it became clear pretty quick that the name WAS important. It was either originality, or presentation. I think. So the judges begin to sample it, first asking for utensils, but then deciding that it’s finger food and picking it up. They certainly seemed to enjoy it. Well, Mr. Kikuta didn’t seem so pleased, if memory serves me right. But the others thought it came out well. Something to be proud of. Either Brandon or Brendon asked again what the name was, and I immediately turned to CK and said, “Don’t say ‘Breakfast.'”
In actuality, we had come up with a name for it earlier while we were still preparing everything. But for the life of us, we just couldn’t remember what the hell that name was. So he told them “One-Shot Breakfast.”