"Jacklyn, I can't cook in that amount of time."
"It's only thirty minutes less. What harm is a few minutes? You said you want to start an hour before. Well, now you are."
"But that gives no time to rest. I don't have any quick and easy recipes. I shun those for they are the same as eating raw."
"You gotta have some recipes in that brain of yours. Tell us, and we'll help you make it."
"Most of this food I know, but I don't even know where to begin; nor what to tell you. I don't teach cooking."
"Then show us."
"How?
Wha….what are you doing? How are those Glasses going to help me take what's in my brain and visualize it for you?"
"Just like you said. Here, try them on. Once you got your recipe, click the button on the left lens and the Glasses will start projecting everything you are thinking."
"...I still envy you."
"It was a matching set. A friend gave them that way to help me better teach. A speaker to help me hear, and glasses to help me truly voice my thoughts. I've been using them just as a two way video call until I found out what they really were.
Ready, Serenity? I can't wait to see the inside of a Master."
"Huh?"
"Not you, Big Guy. It's a word we use when someone has excelled at something.
...…..Nevermind.
Okay, Master. Project when ready."
"Huuuuuuu.....whooooooo.
Here goes nothing."
*Click*
".....Woooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"This is what I see when I look at all this food"
"Can you really cook a feast that size, that fast?"
"I just want to touch it. Hold it in my arms, and…..aaaaaahhhhh....crouuuuammmm.
What the?"
"It's a Hologram. It's not real. We are the Carriers seeing her vision, and must turn it real."
"......And here's how you can help me.
*Click*
As you can see, I always carefully visualize every single step, for they are all important. It takes a lot of steps, and a lot of hands. A helper would be great, but I never had the chance to indulge in such pleasures when my Haters looked down on me."
"Is that....?"
"Even my Dad. He hated spending money on me everytime I broke an oven, or cluttered the Kitchen in snow. Told me I should be doing something that didn't involve the danger of others. My mom encouraged me, and despite what my dad thought, none of them cookes so they made themselves believe a price for a new Oven each week; sometimes two, was a small hommage to pay for a stuffed belly. Thankfully, my Grandma saw my interest and vowed to help me.
I think it was because my mom ran to her and complained how much of a Nuissance I was. I don't know. She could never pull me away from the Kitchen. So, my G had a plan. Send me to Culinary School. If this was just a Fad and I was cooking out of guilt for my parents; I would leave the moment I saw how hard it was. But if I stay a month, then my parents will know this is not a Fad."
"I take it, you stayed the full month?"
"No.
...I stayed TWO!!!!!!!!
Completed the course, got my Certificate and my Golden Spatula. Look, you can see me holding them there. My parents were so proud of me, and they never.....ever….ever…..threw up my food again. Or went to the Hospital. That time was bad.
My mom was happy cause I finally stepped into my shoes and even asked me to teach her.
You can see us there in the Kitchen.
While I think my Dad was more happy that he no longer had to buy replacement parts. Instead...he started buying Upgrades.
Thanks, Mom and Dad. Wherever you are, I want you to look down on me with smiles in your eyes. Sorry for almost killing you and all. Please forgive me. That was not my intent. I was just a young Kid who thought she could take on the World. See a need, fill a need. It all starts at the home, right?
But...…*Erherrrmm*
We may all have our starts, and I can't wait to see yours. Back to the Basics, people. Here's what we'll be making tonight.
Questions?"
"Ah, yes. I love your multitasking and resourcefulness, but can you slow it down? Us old Guys can't see that well."
"Serenity."
"I got it, Jacklyn.
*Click….click...click*
How's that?"
"Better. Thanks."
"Then let's get to work. All right team, you know your Stations.
Here you go, Jacklyn. They're one of a kind."
"Keep them. Give them back to me when you're done. I gotta teach some Kids of my own.
All...about....Games."
"Good luck."