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Aug. 14th, 2005 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twincityhackerEvery once and awhile, I like to do those fifteen minute ficlets. And in just about every case, it seems that I go over the fifteen minutes. I think I went over by fourty-five minutes, this time.
It's MST3K this time, and it's called Bread Basket because I can't think of anything better.
It was a Sunday afternoon, after the experiment. The crew had slowly dispersed though out the Satellite of Love, and Crow was bored. Gypsy looked like she was doing something Important to the engines and Magic Voice and Cambot were watching Out of this World. Crow knew better than disturb them during their show after the last time.
So that left Joel, and judging from the banging noises in the commissary, he was there. Crow peered into the room and saw than Joel was working some sort of big, yellow blob on the cutting board. And there was powdery white stuff sprinkled all over the counter. "What are you making?" asked Crow.
Joel didn't look up from his work. "I'm just making some bread."
"And that yellow stuff is supposed to be bread?"
"No, this is dough. You have to bake it before it becomes bread." He punched the dough down.
"If you wanted to have some bread, why didn't you just make it in the food-synth?"
"Just looking for something to do, I guess." He gave the dough another vicious punch. "There." He picked up the dough and plopped it into the pan.
"I could see that." Crow watched as Joel popped the pan into the sketchy looking oven. "When is the bread going to be ready?"
"Not too long, forty-five minutes or so." That seemed like a very long time to Crow.
After asking what exactly was the white powdery stuff was, and why did Joel need this sharp looking knife to cut dough Crow silently watched Joel draw something in the flour instead of cleaning it up. Crow changed the angle he was stilting in and saw something that looked like a deformed gum ball machine. "What's that?"
Joel snapped back from his daydream and looked at what he had drawn. "Nothing." he replied and erased the form. Then he started cleaning up the flour and bits of dough he left on the board. Crow watched him clean again. What was it about baking that there was to be such a mess?
A few hours later, Crow asked, "Is it done now?"
Joel paused mid-swipe to reply, "A little while longer, Crow."
Crow tried counting all the welding seams in the walls twice. By now, Crow was sure that centuries had past. He thought about finding a calendar just to make sure it was still the twentieth century.
"Is it done now?" Crow asked again. Before Joel could answer him, the timer on the over went off. Joel put on some oven mitts and pulled the bread out of the oven. Crow reached out for the pan, but Joel swatted his hand away.
"It has to cool first."
"And how long is that going to take?" Crow asked forlornly. He was getting very tired of this waiting nonsense.
"A couple of minutes at the most." Joel said, and went about finishing the last of the cleaning. Crow just stared at the bread, willing it to cool faster.
After a period of time that seemed longer than the time it took for the bread to bake, Joel deemed the bread cool enough. He pulled the bread out of the pan and handed a thick slice to Crow. "Worth it?"
Crow took a bite, and thought for a moment or two. "Maybe." Crow said, but the way he gobbled down the slice and took another slice told Joel that the anticipation was worth it.
Word: Anticipation
Disclaimer:
MST3K is owned by Best Brains, INC. Out of this World is owned by Bob Booker Productions and MCA Television Entertainment Inc.
I'm working on the crossover thing. I worked on it durring vacation and what I wrote was either too expostiony or illogical or sucked.
It's MST3K this time, and it's called Bread Basket because I can't think of anything better.
It was a Sunday afternoon, after the experiment. The crew had slowly dispersed though out the Satellite of Love, and Crow was bored. Gypsy looked like she was doing something Important to the engines and Magic Voice and Cambot were watching Out of this World. Crow knew better than disturb them during their show after the last time.
So that left Joel, and judging from the banging noises in the commissary, he was there. Crow peered into the room and saw than Joel was working some sort of big, yellow blob on the cutting board. And there was powdery white stuff sprinkled all over the counter. "What are you making?" asked Crow.
Joel didn't look up from his work. "I'm just making some bread."
"And that yellow stuff is supposed to be bread?"
"No, this is dough. You have to bake it before it becomes bread." He punched the dough down.
"If you wanted to have some bread, why didn't you just make it in the food-synth?"
"Just looking for something to do, I guess." He gave the dough another vicious punch. "There." He picked up the dough and plopped it into the pan.
"I could see that." Crow watched as Joel popped the pan into the sketchy looking oven. "When is the bread going to be ready?"
"Not too long, forty-five minutes or so." That seemed like a very long time to Crow.
After asking what exactly was the white powdery stuff was, and why did Joel need this sharp looking knife to cut dough Crow silently watched Joel draw something in the flour instead of cleaning it up. Crow changed the angle he was stilting in and saw something that looked like a deformed gum ball machine. "What's that?"
Joel snapped back from his daydream and looked at what he had drawn. "Nothing." he replied and erased the form. Then he started cleaning up the flour and bits of dough he left on the board. Crow watched him clean again. What was it about baking that there was to be such a mess?
A few hours later, Crow asked, "Is it done now?"
Joel paused mid-swipe to reply, "A little while longer, Crow."
Crow tried counting all the welding seams in the walls twice. By now, Crow was sure that centuries had past. He thought about finding a calendar just to make sure it was still the twentieth century.
"Is it done now?" Crow asked again. Before Joel could answer him, the timer on the over went off. Joel put on some oven mitts and pulled the bread out of the oven. Crow reached out for the pan, but Joel swatted his hand away.
"It has to cool first."
"And how long is that going to take?" Crow asked forlornly. He was getting very tired of this waiting nonsense.
"A couple of minutes at the most." Joel said, and went about finishing the last of the cleaning. Crow just stared at the bread, willing it to cool faster.
After a period of time that seemed longer than the time it took for the bread to bake, Joel deemed the bread cool enough. He pulled the bread out of the pan and handed a thick slice to Crow. "Worth it?"
Crow took a bite, and thought for a moment or two. "Maybe." Crow said, but the way he gobbled down the slice and took another slice told Joel that the anticipation was worth it.
Word: Anticipation
Disclaimer:
MST3K is owned by Best Brains, INC. Out of this World is owned by Bob Booker Productions and MCA Television Entertainment Inc.
I'm working on the crossover thing. I worked on it durring vacation and what I wrote was either too expostiony or illogical or sucked.
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Date: 2005-08-14 08:09 pm (UTC)and this was cute.
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Date: 2005-08-15 01:00 pm (UTC)The chapters were just... I don't know. When I read the bits, they seem to be telling what's going on, and not showing what's going on.
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Date: 2005-08-15 08:57 pm (UTC)well, good lucky!
*sends Panera Bread*
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Date: 2005-08-17 08:19 pm (UTC)*looks at the giant plot hole*
*throws bread into giant plot hole*
*charecters throw themselves down into giant plot hole*
That's one way to get to the next part...
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Date: 2005-08-17 09:31 pm (UTC)*throws more Penera Bread so they don't die of starvation in the bottomless plot hole.*