Both Oskar and Petter zeroed in on Tasha. "Greasy spoon?"
Tasha laughed. "It"s a name for a fast food restaurant. What is it you want to know? Between the three of us, we probably know enough to help you."
"What are hamburgers? What are hot dogs, and chili dogs? And pizza? What are they and how do you make them?"
Jana smiled. "I see they"ve covered the essential food groups." She turned to her companions. "I think we should all find somewhere to sit down and talk."
Tasha smiled across the table. "You really shouldn"t be pandering to the tastes of your charges, you know. They"ll just take advantage of you."
"Yes, Frau Kubiak. But Chef Magnus is at his wits end. They will eat the stews and the soups he prepares, but give them good, honest food and they turn their noses up. In fact, last night was the last straw for Herr Magnus. He presented them with his finest creation, and they not only turned their noses up at it, they returned it untouched." Oskar shuddered. "It was not a pretty sight, Frau. We have to do something." Belle was outraged. "Give me their names and I"ll have words with their mothers. That kind of bad behavior needs to be stopped immediately."
"If any of my boys did that I"d have made them go without." Tasha turned to Oskar. "I do hope you didn"t feed them. That would have just been rewarding bad behavior."
"The food they had rejected was returned to them, Frau. Some of them ate it." Petter grinned. "Lutfisk is best eaten hot."
Jana tried to stifle her laughter. "Those poor boys. They can"t have known what hit them."
Tasha turned to her friends. "Do you think Oskar and Petter will take up our suggestions?"
"Definitely, Tasha. Can you see their Herr Magnus missing the chance to extract any revenge he can?
And making sniveling wrecks of the boys is less than they deserve."
Jana tried to keep a straight face as she protested. "That"s just being nasty. Belle. The poor guys can"t help it that they don"t know beans about cooking."
"I"d love to be a fly on the wall when Herr Magnus interviews the youngsters."
"Same here," Belle answered.
"Me too." Jana nodded. Then she hesitated for a moment. "Do either of you have any idea what lutfisk is?"
Tasha shook her head. "Nope, but I intend finding out. Whatever it was, it must be pretty bad for Cory Joe Lang to send it back."
"Cory? Isn"t he Velma Hardesty"s oldest?" Jana asked.
Tasha nodded.
"Wow! It"s hard to imagine anything could be worse than whatever Velma fed those poor kids."
Olaus Magnus" kitchen Olaus looked at the array of books, papers, bags, jars and cooking utensils laid out on the work table.
He picked up a set of cups, each smaller than the other. "Standard sized measuring vessels? And measuring spoons?"
Oskar nodded.
"And why would I, a skilled chef, need standard measuring cups and spoons?"
Oskar and Petter exchanged grins. The ladies had made some interesting suggestions. "The women saidthat the recipes all a.s.sumed standard size measuring vessels, Olaus. They suggested that the young men would have no idea how to explain the measurements."
Olaus smiled in understanding. "I predict that the discussion of the recipes they offer could be interesting." He put down the measuring cups and picked up a couple of paper bags. "Sal Aer Fixus and Vin Sal Aer Fixus. What are they?"
"They are cooking powders, Olaus. When added to flour it will rise like yeast bread."
Olaus nodded at Oskar. "Yes, the recipe on the package suggests they are cooking powders. However, it is for something called biscuits. That wasn"t one of the foods they asked for."
Petter nodded. "No, they didn"t. However, Frau Kubiak says that they wouldn"t have thought of it.
Biscuits are the sort of thing they will eat if it is available, but it isn"t a fast food. It takes more time to prepare than they are prepared to expend. Also, they say it is beyond the capabilities of most American males. We have been provided with a number of recipes, including several for something she called biscuits and gravy."
Olaus picked up a gla.s.s jar. "Pridmore"s Pride?"
"The ultimate chili powder. Just add according to taste, or in the case of some, lack of taste. It is a collection of hot spices. You add the powder to ground or quartered meat to make what the up-timers call chili."
Olaus randomly opened a couple of the recipe books at the book marks left by the American women.
"We shall test these recipes. By the time the young men collect their recipes, we"ll be ready for them."
The three men exchanged grins. Then Oskar pushed forward the bag of Sal Aer Fixus. "We were warned that it might be a good idea to have a bag of this available. Apparently the young men have poor control and are likely to eat themselves sick. Mixing a teaspoon of this powder in a mug of warm water makes a draft that will calm their stomachs."
Olaus looked at the bag, then he grinned at his colleagues. "We don"t have to tell them we have this, do we?" The subtle emphasis on the last two words told Oskar and Petter that Olaus still hadn"t forgiven the up-timers for rejecting his lutfisk.
The dining hall, a few days later Chef Olaus looked up from the recipe he had been looking at. "Take two cups of cake flour . . ." He looked straight at Aaron Tyler. "How big a cup?"
Aaron squirmed in the hard dining room chair. He looked around the table for support. n.o.body offered to help. "I don"t know."
Chef Olaus raised his eyes to the heavens. "And cake flour. Do you know what that is?" Aaron shook his head.
"A teaspoon of baking powder. What is a teaspoon? How big is it? And what is baking powder?" Aaron swallowed. "I don"t know, sir."
Chef Olaus glared. "Is this the best you can do? A set of recipes that you don"t understand? If you don"t understand them, how do you expect me and my a.s.sistants to understand them?"
"Sir?"
All eyes turned to Casey Vanorman.
"Yes?"
"My mother sent me a set of measuring cups and spoons. I don"t know what cake flour is, but you can buy baking powder as Vin Sal Aer Fixus. I"ve seen it in the local shops."
There was an almost tangible sense of relief around the American side of the table. Olaus glared at Casey. "And do you have any recipes to offer?"
Totally unaware that he might have done something to upset Chef Magnus, Casey nodded and pushed forward a couple of booklets. "But they might not be to everyone"s taste."
Chef Olaus gathered them up. "Very well, I will visit the shops and see what is available. If you are very lucky, I might be able to put together a meal of what you want. Until dinner then." He dipped his head in dismissal before leaving the room.
Chef Magnus stood watching while the food was brought in. "You have been most fortunate. I was able to find the ingredients for chili. After the effort I have been put to, I expect you to clear your plates."
Aaron Tyler watched the chef leave the dining room, then he returned to the important task of loading his plate. He paused to inhale the aroma rising from the pots of chili. His mouth was watering as he ladled it onto his plate. "Finally! Real food."
"Do you really think it"ll work, Oskar?" Olaus asked.
"Of course, Olaus. We know they have been missing their favorite foods. So the first time you prepare them, they will overindulge. Within hours they will be suffering the consequences. The American ladies suggested it could be several meals before they readapt."
A week later "Herr Lang. I must insist that you instruct your men that the army only provides sufficient funds to feed the residents of this establishment. If I am to continually feed your guests I must insist on you providing me with extra funds."
Cory sighed. It had been a pretty good week. At least, it had been after the first couple of meals.
Everyone, except Casey, had suffered from upset stomachs that first meal. There had been some roughjustice there. Aaron Tyler had been amongst the worst sufferers, but it was his own fault. He"d taken seconds on everything. It"d been a wonder he could waddle from the table that first evening. And that night must have been uncomfortable. There were no flush toilets in their residence. They made do with chamber pots or the outhouse, and in Magdeburg in winter, you didn"t want to be visiting the outhouse all through the night. Casey, though, had proved himself a true friend. He"d shared his bag of baking soda with Cory and Cameron Hinshaw.
"I"m sorry about all the guests, Chef Magnus, but the guys have been bragging about how you"re serving up really good food, and everyone wants to come over for a meal."
Chef Olaus nodded. "Yes, I understand that, but the money only goes so far."
"Yeah, Chef Magnus. I understand. I"ll pa.s.s the word. The trouble is, there isn"t anywhere else in Magdeburg where you can get stuff like we get here." Cory"s eyes lit up as an idea struck him. "You know, Chef Magnus. You should start a restaurant. One that specializes in real American food."
"The American Kitchen," Magdeburg, a couple of months later Belle Drahuta stopped outside the little hole-in-the-wall restaurant her husband had insisted they try.
"The American Kitchen?"
Ivan Drahuta put his hand on the small of his wife"s back and gently guided her towards the restaurant doors. "It"s new since you were last in Magdeburg. They opened their doors a bit over a month ago, and they"ve been doing a roaring trade with the expatriate community ever since. It"s run by down-timers, but they know how to make stuff we like. None of that weird stuff most of the down-time cooks insist on foisting on us."
Belle stopped by the door to read a chalkboard menu. "I see they provide all the essential food groups.
They even have fries and ketchup."
"Yeah, our very own little piece of America in Magdeburg."
Belle turned to look at her husband, her eyebrows raised. "Piece of America? When they offer Chili Escargot?"
Ivan nodded. "It"s not half bad."
"You do know what it is, don"t you?"
Ivan gave his wife a wry grin. "Yes."
"You wouldn"t touch it that time you took me to that French restaurant in Washington."
"Yeah, but they smothered them in some fancy foreign sauce."
"While this place serves it in chili sauce?" "Yeah."
Belle shook her head. "I"d love to know where they got the idea of serving Chili Escargot."
"That"s easy. They run a suggestion box. They"re willing to give just about anything a try." Ivan checked his watch. "Come on, they won"t hold our table for ever."
"The American Kitchen," after hours "I wish to propose a toast." Petter waited until Olas and Oskar had topped up their gla.s.ses. "To the Americans. Long may they continue to enjoy our food."
"To the Americans." Olaus and Oskar echoed.
After the toast the three colleagues returned to the important job of eating.
Olaus paused, his fork in the air. "I still can"t believe that they"re willing to pay good money for this stuff."
He shook his head. "The American women were right. There really isn"t an American male born who won"t eat this rubbish."
Oskar scooped up another portion of lutfisk and lefse. "They don"t even question what meat goes into those hot dogs. And after they insisted they didn"t eat dog."
The three cooks exchanged grins.
Petter placed a piece of paper on the table. "We"ve got another request for rat on a stick, with chili sauce." He paused to look at his partners. "That"s the third request for rat this week. Do you think they"re serious?"
Olaus hesitated, and then nodded his head. "They must be. There"ve been too many different requests for rat. We"ll start small though, like we did with the snails. If it catches on, we can think about making proper arrangements with the rat catcher."
Those Not So Daringby Rick Boatright
BANG!!!.
Karen leaned her head towards the cellar. No more explosions were forthcoming.
"The boards worked."
"Yes. It appears that one doesn"t shatter another now."
"Four dozen bottles all at once. But now that we"ve got a better judge of the amount of sugar to use, and how to wire in the corks . . ."