Life

We had our iron chef battle in culinary, today. A week ago we chose groups, and I turned down my friend Ryan as a groupmate, because he didn't want to be in a group with Andreas.
Andreas is a shy person. He speaks very little until he is accustomed to you, and therefore makes few friends. I had seen him work when we had to cook before and knew we would be able to work together well. He was, as I percieved, a superior chef to me, and so I would have no problems taking orders from him. His type B personality (quiet, submissive) told me that he wouldn't have issues taking orders from me. We got two more members for our team one who I handpicked after she rockpaperscissored her sister for the job (even though I was going to give it to her anyway) and the other Andreas handpicked.
Today came and she called us to the kitchen. Our free-for-all refridgerator supply was dangerously lacking and our secret ingredient was... eggs. We had to be creative and original with eggs?! And then she said no omelettes, so that totally shot whatever was already brewing in our minds. So we brainstormed together and came up with cold egg pasta. Then Andreas goes wandering in to the storage room, and comes out with a container of biscuts. He looks hopefully at me. "Let's use them," he says. "What am I supposed to make with those biscuts and eggs that will amaze anyone." He sighed "I don't know, that's why I brought it to you. Think about it." And so I did. The end result was a Biscut, with the middle cookie cutted out to make it like a bowl. lining the biscut bowl was a layer of fresh baby spinach, then scrambled eggs with bacon sprinkled on top, drizzled with cheese sauce. The displaced bread was placed to the side and served with a small bowl of cheese sauce with onion for dipping.
The other team made a breakfast enchilada.
WE WON!!