#iamasterchef001

[tianxlong-inactive-blog]

Flame On! - IA Masterchef Event

“Why do I love cooking?” The dragon hesitated a bit over the question while he absently put down a flaming wipe. “Honestly I don’t love cooking.” He shrugged. “It’s not bad but the best part is coming after the cooking.” He grinned widely at the thought of eating. That was the thing that he loved. “This world teached me that if you want something you have to get it by yourself. That’s why I started cooking and as long as I can control my temper everything is fine. Not like I think I have much chance there.” He looked through the desks glancing at the other’s busy work then looked back to the camera with a smile. “So my biggest goal is to have fun, make something delicious and preferably don’t burn down anything.” He chuckled than turned a bit away to put out the boneless chicken, the vegetables and the huge wok. "I'll make a Chinese Stir Fried Chicken today because Chinese food is quick, tasty and healty, plus the wok is really sightly." He let his lips curve into a smile full with self-confidence while he started to cut into thin slices the chicken with quick clean-cut moves. As he finished it he strewed it all into the wok and without turning on the stove let it flame up and span it constantly for like a 5 minutes in the skillet so it didn't get burnt anywhere. "Cool" He clicked with his tongue and spout it quickly into a smaller dish making a thing ring of fire around it to keep the meat warm. "Now the garnish." He didn't know either who he was speaking to but it felt better to make definite what he was doing in front of himself too. Heechul quickly cut and threw the onion, carrot, mushrooms and even a little green pepper for the spice into the wok again. He repeated the same moves expect that it naturally ended in an other plate this time. As a next step he took on the rice to cook in an other smaller bowl adding a bit of oil and of course water to it while in an other smaller bowl he started to mix broth, soy souce and ginger with a traditional Chinese sauce what he brought there from his home to make the perfect sauce for his dish. It ended up quickly in the wok again, he cooked and stired it carefully until it got all tickened and blubby. As it got ready he calmed down the flames spout back the cooked chicken slices into the skillet and layed it aside. The rice was cooked by this time too so he spouted it into a clean white plate in a nice little pack and decorate it with the light crimson coloured Chinese sauce. As the last step he threw a few last one with the flaming wok than the chicken with the sauce ended on the top of the rice sightly with the garnish and on the top with a few peas and slice of mushrooms. "I heard that you're more the icey type Mr.Key." He said as he take out the ready dish. "But I hope you can stand a bit of hot too." He smiled and let the plate flame on in magical not real burning but really attractive flames before he calmed them quickly down and served the plate ready to eat. key-ia

[thunder-ia]

IAMasterchef 001: A Classic.

“So, I just talk about why I like cooking?” Thunder asked the figure behind the camera while leaning back in the seat so the production assistant could thread the microphone through his t-shirt. Receiving a curt nod and a thumbs up, he began doing as instructed when a red light came to life on the side of the camera. “I’m Thunder,” he grinned. “I had never cooked anything until I fell. I actually almost starved to death my first week on Earth,” he let out a small chuckle at the memory. His human bodies needs were much different than his celestial one, and he had not taken that into account. “For me, cooking is about the control. The act of different elements being, for all intensive purposes, destroyed before being put back together to form something beautiful. Taking something that on its own is undesirable and making it perfect.” /Where did you learn to cook?/ A voice from off behind the camera asked trying to help his interview along. “This,” he admitted gesturing to the camera setup all around him. “I don’t sleep much, and all that is on TV in the early morning is either infomercials, news, or cooking programs. The choice was pretty obvious,” he shrugged.

Flinching at the sound of the buzzer, Thunder made his way over to the sink to quickly wash his hands. He had an hour and a half to finish his dish and he knew that was more than enough to complete his simple dish. Making his way over to the shelves of ingredients, he selected a few russet potatoes, a small package of green beans, and a good looking cut of steak before making his way back to his station. “Before we do anything else we need to get the cream and butter for the mashed potatoes,” he glanced at the camera before making his way towards the refrigerator narrowly dodging an already frantic opponent. “You need to let them come to room temperature or it will fight against the heat of the potatoes and the texture will be off.” He explained leisurely making his way back to the station. “It’s also easier to judge how cooked your steak is if you let it get to almost room temperature before cooking, but you definitely don’t want to let it get too warm.”

Grabbing his potatoes, he made way to the sink meticulously scrubbing off any traces of dirt off of the skin before beginning to peel them. “Some people leave the skin on for mashed potatoes, but I think that’s gross. I don’t like finding any surprise skin in my food,” he chuckled. Feeling a bit awkward under the camera’s attention, Thunder found himself rambling on as he carefully sliced the potatoes. “I picked russet potatoes because I think they will go well with the dish overall, but you can really use any type you’d like. You don’t have to slice them perfectly because they are going to be mashed, but it’s best if you keep them somewhere in the same size range so they cook evenly.” Filling a pot about halfway full with water, he began transferring the newly cut potatoes into it before setting it on the stove to boil. “I like to put some salt in the water as they are boiling, but that is just a personal preference. I’m not a big salt fan, so I find that adding it to the water makes it less intense than adding it to the final dish.” Glancing up at the clock a small bolt of panic ran through him, he had an hour and 15 minutes to go. Talking through the process had caused him to spend more time than he had hoped prepping the potatoes, but luckily, that was pretty much the longest part of his dish.

Not bothering to explain the process out loud, he quickly washed the green beans before starting another boiling pot of water on the stove. “Next I’m going to blanch the green beans.” Pulling out a large clear bowl from underneath the counter, he began filling it with ice cold water. After adding the green beans to the boiling water, he risked a peek over as his potatoes using a nearby wooden spoon to check how soft they were getting, but they still had a little time to go. “Now that the green beans have been boiling for about two minutes, you take them out and put them into the cold water to stop the cooking,” he explained transferring them as he had said. Truth be told, he had absolutely no idea what the point of blanching was, but he did know that it made for good green beans. “Let them sit in the water for a bit until they cool down and then strain them and set them off to the side. Remember you want them cool not cold,” he instructed glancing at the potatoes on more time before heading off to collect spices for his steak rub and some garlic powder to season the green beans.  

Upon his return, he followed his own instructions and strained the now fully cooled green beans. Thunder paused glancing around the kitchen while mentally trying to map out his time to decide what he should start next. Settling on the green beans, he poured a very small amount of olive oil into a wide, flat bowl. “Careful not to use too much olive oil or they will get slimy and weird,” he warned. Shaking off the last remnants of water, the fallen rolled the green beans in the bowl lightly coating them in the olive oil. After spreading them out as flat as he could in the bowl, he poured a fair amount of the garlic seasoning into the palm of his hand using the other to pinch it and lightly distribute it over the tops of the oiled beans. Giving it one last toss with his hands, he set the now finished beans off to the side before washing the residual oil and seasoning off his hands. By the time he finished the green beans, the potatoes had finished boiling and were ready to be mashed, but he wasn’t quite ready for them. He turned the heat of the burner as low as it could go, so it would keep them warm but wouldn’t cook them any further.

“I’m not too big on seasoning meat. I think you should let it speak for itself,” he explained pouring some salt and pepper into another flat bowl. “I also don’t like to season it too early or the salt dries out the meat.” He began preparing to cook the steak by pouring a bit of oil into the pan allowing it  to heat while he pressed the steak into the bowl of salt and pepper lightly covering both sides with the mixture. “You don’t want meat with too much fat on it, but you also don’t want it to be completely bare or it will taste like shi-gross,” he explained barely catching the curse while swirling the oil around to evenly coat the bottom of the pan. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of the oil crackling as he lowered the meat into the hot pan. “This steak is kind of thick, and so I’m going to cook it for a little bit over three minutes on each side. I don’t know how Mister Key likes his steak, so I’m going for medium-rare and hoping for the best.” He laughed taking hold of the pot of potatoes by the handles and carrying it to the sink to drain out the water before returning it back to the stove and turning off the low burner. A quick peek under the steak told him he still had a minute or so to go before it was ready to be flipped. “So, I like to do a rough mash before I add the cream and butter and then I mash it up again.” He pointed to the pot as he was speaking but kept a close eye on the meat waiting for the perfect moment to flip it before following his own instructions.

Leaving the potatoes quite lumpy, he added the now room temperature cream and some butter before mashing it all together again, all while continuing to keep a close eye on the steak cooking beside him. Grabbing a spatula, he carefully tested how springy the meat was. “Medium-rare should feel kind of springy but still a little spongy,” he mumbled setting the meat onto a plate before continuing to mash the potatoes to the perfect consistency, not too lumpy not too smooth. “I like to let the meat sit for a few minutes to kind of reabsorb some of the juices so when you cut into it everything doesn’t just gush out on the plate. It will stay warm for about ten more minutes, so you don’t have to worry about it getting cold.” Once he got the potatoes exactly where he wanted them, he grabbed a nice plate from beneath the counter to begin his final plating. It wasn’t anything fancy, but none of the food touched and there was no rogue drops of anything, so he was satisfied. Adding a final sprinkle of pepper to the mashed potatoes, Thunder made his way to the judges table.

“I decided to go for a classic, like Mister Key himself,” he flashed a quick grin in the judge’s direction. “A nice cut of meat, a vegetable, and a starch. Technically, I think green beans are considered a fruit, but I think we can cheat just this once.” He winked at the camera before sliding the plate forward to the judge. “I hope you like medium-rare,” he beamed rocking back onto his heels as he eagerly waited for the elf to take a bite.

key-ia

[amorifate]

Tasty Sea Balls & Snakes || IAMASTERCHEF 001

☪☪ Part one: The intro ☪☪

Hefting her sack of ingredients to her shoulder she immediately flashed a flawless smile to the camera. It’s red light was blinking indicating she was on record. “Ah, yea- annyeonghaseyo~ For those who don’t know me by now my name is Acoda Le’Faye~” Items in her big sack clinked together and she raised a brow with a smirk.

“I bet you’re all quite curious what I have here right?” She asked cutely as she walked behind them.”Well first you’ll have to wait until I get my stuff settled in the kitchen to see- you naughty kids. First, take a look at my outfit before it is covered with an apron.” She shows off for the camera man and does a small turn on her high heels to show her classy black bralette and high waisted hot pants. Silver chains decorate her neck and run along her arms finished by fishnet stockings running up from her butt down her entire legs. “Not really an outfit suited for cooking, but I know how to behave dirty and stay clean. You know what I mean right?”  Laughing she nodded to a question from one of the crew. “Yes just like in the kitchen, I believe i first enjoyed cooking because of the sheer mess that I can make there. Not only will what I make get it messy- but it will come out so tasty that nobody can resist. I think having that sort of control in the kitchen is quite good.” As they neared the kitchen she turned and gave a small pout when explaining her introduction to cooking.

“I was trained from very young to cook by my big sisters who were all potion witches, so they had a lot of experience with a cauldron and fire pit. From there I lived in many places like France...the deep south of America...ah ... I learned many techniques around the world. Are you excited to see some of them? You are? Alright well here we are so follow me~” and with a crook of her finger she led the camera into the kitchen with her.

☪☪ Part Two: The cooking ☪☪

 “Well first I will begin by washing off my tools. We will be using a large knife for chopping, a wooden spoon for stirring and tasting, one large dish and two pans, also here is another large pot to bowl our noodles.” Filling the large pot with water she set on the boiler of the stove top and turned it on. “We’ll let that boil while we beginning chopping things over there.” Grinning at the camera she began to wash other things off before next heading to the cutting board. 

“First off the entire dish is called “Castration of the Sea King .” It is based off of the tale of Medusa’s orgins. You all know Medusa right? Once she was a beautiful woman before the man that she loved- Poseidon, god of the Sea, betrayed her. He brought her to the goddess Athena’s temple to have sex with her against her will, not in love or passion, but in an effort to humiliate the Athena. In her rage, Athena turned Medusa into what she became- a gorgon! Some say it was done to punish Medusa since she could not punish Poseidon, and others say it was to protect Medusa from lustful men. Whatever the case , Medusa was a victim, and cast aside as a monster never to see justice for what had been done to her.” Still talking,she began chopping various vegetables as she went, carefully and quite professionally. 

 “Well in my own version of how the tale should have gone...she journeys back to the Sea King’s castle and takes her rightful revenge. Naturally she can not simply murder a lustful God and waltz away...but with some help she can maim him for good.” Chuckling she separated her chopped items as she finished them up. “So here we have some freshly peeled and cooked shrimp that I prepared before coming ( the kind frozen in a bag that you just defrost), 3 shallots that I have peeled and quarter cut, some diced onions and crushed garlic. What I am going to do with all of this is make something really yummy, and a bit naughty. Now you’ll see what I do here and how I like to mix gruesome mythology into my cooking and make it even more fun.”

“First we want to put all these shrimp and chopped up parts all in one big food processor...” She dumped it all together and scraped the left overs with her knife. “Then just get the processor going until everything is ground up and well combined. If it begins to look like ground meat you’re doing it right. if not consider adding more onion and shrimp. There. See?” Smiling she showed off her mixed ingredients to the camera. “Now we just season lightly with salt and pepper, preferably sea salt since I’m sure Poseidon produces that often. The pepper brings out a nice flavor and it is as black as Medusa’s heart when she comes for him. You’ll all see what I mean in just a moment now..” Grinning she walked the food over to the cutting board and dumped the mixture all back on the table. Dipping her latex gloved hands into some light olive oil she then set about molding bits of the meat mixture into balls. “ So we are going to ball all these up like so...Then once we have our balls ready we need to dip them deep into flour. Once they are all covered in white we will fry them- whether you prefer to use a pan or otherwise I am using the deep fryer. It’s a lot less mess and possibly one of the only useful inventions designed to make us all eat things we shouldn’t- leave these in for about 5 minutes.” Dropping the balls in the fryer she moved on to the stove where her pot of water was nice and boiling. A trash can was beneath her and she dropped the soiled gloves into it.

“I like to add lots of salt to my boiling water , it helps to flavor the noodles.” She murmured pouring some salt into the pot before adding her spaghetti pasta. “Really this is the best pasta to use for Medusa’s snake hair, just imagine as it boils up it is all her contained rage fueling her hair into a frenzy. “

Chuckling she walked over to her bag to lift out a bottle of soju. “Want a drink? This is an expensive bottle.” Turning it over she showed the camera the soju bottle. “But right now we are going to cook with this. Yes, alchohol is the perfect cooking agent. Especially when you want a richer flavor in your sauce, use a good red wine or a good soju can just add more flavor. Think of the Soju in this scenario as the scheme of revenge, hotly intoxicating our heroine’s mind and thoughts, just like when tipsy right?”

“We will use tomatoes that are chopped in the food processor and olive oil for this next step. Heat the oil in a pan while the tomatoes are chopping, and I think now we can remove those meatballs right?” Grinning she lifted the golden spheres from the fryer and set them on paper towels for the excess oil to seep into. “You can use anything you like, tofu, beef, but I used shrimp since our Poseidon is god of the sea no? It seemed appropriate. Anyways let these cool down and make the sauce as the pasta is boiling because this sauce is so quick and easy it should only take about twelve minutes.”  The tomatoes were done processing but she went instead to grab some more garlic and tossed it into the hot oil. “Let the garlic brown in the sauce pan for a minute and a half then we add our tomatoes...” She waited and tossed the pan once before pouring in the tomato mixture and stirring it with the spoon. “Look at Medusa’s blood just simmering in rage here...Oh...it’s quite scary. “ She opened her mouth and eyes wide as if in fear before lifting the spoon to her scarlet lips and tasting the sauce. “Mmmmmmm...but it’s tasty too!”  Pouring the soju in after a minute she hummed a song as she went. “This is only about half a cup of Soju, since I drank a bit last night- and should do us nicely. We want to let the alchohol burn off for eight minutes and just leave it a nice flavor. By now it has been nearly eleven minutes since our pasta started boiling so let’s take that off the heat...” Her smile did not waver even when the stove knob slipped under her long nails. “Ah, I should cut these shorter for cooking...just I enjoy having fashionable nails and the long sort are quite good for various things. “ Winking she turned off the stove and headed back to another cutting board where she had placed a block of feta cheese. “Lets just cut this into slices before crumbling it with the edge of our knife...it’s quite soft so it crumbles well.”

Doing so she had started to perspire lightly at her cheekbones and a small tinge of light entered her eyes. “It crumbles just like old plaster in a house being destroyed by ravaging tornadoes or earthquakes,....and don’t mind if it’s chunky. This will all be melting nicely in our sauce.” Going back to the boiling sauce she poured in the cheese and tilted her head. “Please refrain from salting your sauce as the feta cheese is already quite salty and gives the added flavor and creaminess we need for the finishing touch.” 

“Now lets take this serving dish...pour in our noodles and toss them with a sprinkle of olive oil. Our balls have cooled down after being castrated by Medusa’s knife of rage. So let’s add them into her hair of snakes- because being a god he could re-attach them if they aren’t consumed right? So smother those balls in pasta- ah I mean snakes...and finally the blood from the carnage..” And she poured the tomato sauce over the whole thing, careful not to spill.    “Lastly I like to add some black olives, just to give it that extra tinge of bitter resentment,” she whispered as she sprinkled the pasta dish over with olives. “Alright I think we are ready- i’m excited to see how well Castration of the Sea King does...” 

☪☪ Part Three: The serving ☪☪

With care she entered the room that her judge dokyungsoo-ia was waiting in. Her face was the mirror of an innocent angel since she had gone light on the eyeliner for this. “I have come to serve you the outrage of an ancient woman on a plate. Not only was she wronged by the man that she presumed to love, but was wronged by his entire family, and their offspring who hunted her. This is my own tale of Medusa taking her revenge on Poseidon. “ With a lift of  her finger a silver platter with a cover over it floated to land gently in front of him on the table. “It is a pasta dish of my own creation, using the traditional Italian idea of spaghetti and meatballs, but changing it around for the lore we have some finely minced shrimp here for our meatballs, some long haired pasta in symbolism of our snaky madam’s hairdo, and a feta-soju infused tomato sauce to give us just the right tinge of flavor to match Medusa’s flavors of betrayal and outrage. This is Castration of the Sea King.”

The plate lifted and steam lightly rolled up before the dish was revealed. Taking her bow she floated back into the air with a cackle of laughter. 

 “Please enjoy the taste of Poseidon’s balls.”

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Time stamp info: 

Prep work: 20 minutes ( possibly)

water boiling: 15 minutes

Pasta: 11 minutes

Balls: 12 minutes

Sauce: 20 minutes

Total: 78 minutes total

[thomas-ia]

Masterchef round 001 || Thomas’ Pancake cake!

Thomas swallows, the camera pointed at his face making him a little shy, he wrinkled his nose before clearing his throat and started to speak. “I’m Thomas and I come from England. My mom often made me work in the kitchen because I wasn’t very useful helping my dad. She taught me a lot about baking... because she didn’t really trust me with the fire... Today I am using a pan however!” He shrugged “I never set the house on fire however and what I am going to make today is my little sister’s favorite.” His face lit up as he continued “Whenever she got sad, I would make her a pancake cake. It would make her smile again!”

Thomas made a small sound as he could start. Rushing over to the sink to wash his hands, one, two, three, four, five. He added some extra soap and rinsed once more before drying his hands and getting started. “Okay, I need flour, milk... eggs..” He started grabbing the ingredients from the kitchen, collecting it as he ran around. Tripping as he grabbed the Sea salt but not spilling anything, just an extra bruise on his knee. What else was new, really. “Olive oil... chocolate... butter... WHERE IS THE BUTT- oh there it is. excuse me, yes thank you.” He maneuvered around someone else apologizing all the way as he now gathered hazelnuts, double cream, vanilla extract, caster sugar, strawberries and some raspberries. when the young witch finally got everything together he grinned. Fifteen minutes had passed, just 75 left. 

Grabbing a large bowl Thomas started mixing the flour, milk, three eggs and a tiny pinch of sea salt, as he put the flour in a large cloud of white appeared. Covering the witch in flour. Spluttering he wiped part of his face and then  running away from his counter and sneezing in a corner. Cursing he ran towards the water again and washed his hands again. “Okay, Thom, get it together. You made this a hundred times.” he mumbled as he continued mixing the batter into a smooth batter. 68 minutes left. 

Now the fun started, Thomas eyed the other people around him as he poured oil into the pan and started baking pancakes. Finally getting a little confidence as he smelled the familiar scent of sweet pancakes. exhaling the witch threw the pancake up into the air, catching it again and a laugh escaped as he put the pancake on the plate next to him. Baking the pancakes went okay, apart from one pancake that ended up on his head, causing the witch to yelp and fall down onto the ground. The pancake ended in the garbage bin and Thomas’ butt would hurt for a day or two. The witch was pretty satisfied. 55 minutes left. 

“Okay, now the chocolate...” he mumbled and put a pan with hot water on the fire, waiting for it to boil and then balancing a fireproof bowl on top of it. “Okay.. I have to add the chocolate.. some butter and a little bit of salt...” he bit his lower lip as he started to melt the chocolate. As that was warming up Thomas started to grind the nuts in a pestle and mortar. Adding some of those smashed nuts to the melted chocolate. Then he added some of the cream to the chocolate and mixed it together. The remaining cream and the vanilla were mixed together in a separate bowl. 

Now Thomas was going to build the cake, his hands were shaking a little, only 35 minutes left. The eyes of the young student reflected the light almost in a golden tone as he started to work on the cake. He grabbed a large, white, round plate and added some cream on the plate. And then placed the first pancake. He smeared some chocolate mixture on the pancake and then added a second pancake, added some chocolate mixture and added the next pancake. Then a layer of cream in between before going back to chocolate. 

After ten minutes he had stacked the pancakes perfectly. It looked delicious in his eyes and he licked his lips. He started to smooth the sides with a spatula before pouring the cream onto the pancake cake, letting it drip over the sides and then putting the remaining smashed nuts on the sides of the cake. Then he shaved some dark chocolate ontop of the pancake cake. As a last decoration he put the raspberries on the plate and a few of them on top then some strawberries and a few drops of chocolate onto the red fruits. He smiled, with still 5 minutes to go he finished the pancake cake.

Thomas managed to get the plate with the pancake cake in one piece to the judge. “Mister Freddy, I made for you a pancake cake. It is filled with chocolate and cream, build with pancakes and I added chocolate, hazelnuts, strawberries and raspberries.” he smiled as he cut a piece off from the layered cake and served it on a smaller plate for Freddy, two strawberries and a raspberry balanced on top. “Enjoy sir!” He smiled brightly, even with the flour in his hair, smears of cream on his cheek and additional bruises. He thought that whatever would happen, he did well.

freddy-ia

[insolitus-academy]

MASTERCHEF INSOLITUS: ROUND ONE

The first round of MASTERCHEF INSOLITUS will involve everyone’s signature dish. This means that you have to prepare a dish you feel most confident about! You have to make it for one of our three judges, every judge picks 3 meals from the 6 meals they get! That means that round two will have nine contestants total! 

IC: Every group of six students will cook at the same time, in the kitchens of the cafeteria! You have access to all possible ingredients you would find in a regular supermarket. You have 90 minutes to create a dish!

OOC: Your main goal is to write a 3 segment selfpara. part 1: A short bit where your character ‘talks to a camera’ and tells the camera why they like cooking, where they learned how to cook etc. part 2: your character preparing the dinner no pictures, describe everything! part 3: Your character presenting it to the judge.  Then you tag the judge you are assigned to. Like this key-ia and add the tag ‘Iamasterchef001′ to the para!

Feel free to do short interactions with people in your group but your character will be judged on the selfpara! If you fail to upload the selfpara on time, you are automatically out. 

DEADLINE: FIRST OF AUGUST - 23:00!

JUDGE GROUPS

freddy-ia

taexmin-ia

thomas-ia

andy-ia

byunbaekhyun-ia

xiah-ia

melanie-ia

dokyungsoo-ia

jaejoong-ia

yoongi-ia

rivaldinovondila-ia

acoda-ia

chacha-ia

leechunji-ia

key-ia

jongxin-ia

jameskyokei-ia

heechul-ia

l-ia

thunder-ia

kimhyunjoong-ia

Happy cooking!