 taste. Let's start here," he said, stepping up to the first babka, which looked to be covered in nuts.

This started a familiar routine. Professor Bellaria would deftly slice into a babka, everyone would take a piece while the maker told about what they had found easy or tricky, and any difficulties they experienced.

Some babkas were lifeless, flat, and contained little to no flavor. Others were too yeasty. There were even a few which looked like their bakers hadn't even used any yeast. They were so flat and without air. But a little over a handful were delicious and perfect.

Mine was one of the delicious ones.

By the time we'd finished sampling and discussing, the class period was almost over. That had to be the best part about these days. Little work except eating and listening and our homework was always the same: read up on our next project so we could discuss it during the next class period.

As the bell rang, Professor Bellaria said, "For next class, read chapter twenty-four and think about what you want to put in your stollen."

Packing up my things, I was steps from the door when I heard my name being called. I turned around and saw Professor Bellaria summoning me back into the room.

He waited until the room was empty before saying, "I won't keep you long. I just wanted to say that you have a lot of promise in this field. Have you ever thought of a future in the culinary arts?"

"No." I hadn't really thought about any career to be honest. I'd simply been trying to slide by for as long as possible.

"I'd think long and hard about it. If you decide to pursue this path, I know some excellent graduate schools which would welcome you, all expenses paid."

I wasn't so sure about that. "I'll think about it," I promised him. And I would. I would really consider his offer for if I could get a few more years of a free ride, I might be willing to go for it.

"You need to give me an answer soon, by the middle of next month at the latest. There's paperwork which needs to be filled out and submitted in order for everything to be approved."

"I'll let you know by then." I left the room with a smile, which grew even larger when I saw that
taste. Let's start here, " he said, step up to the inaugural babka, which looked to be covered in nuts. 

 This begin a familiar routine. Professor Bellaria would dexterously slice into a babka, everyone would take a piece while the godhead told about what they had found comfortable or tricky, and any difficulties they experienced. 

 Some babkas were lifeless, bland, and contained short to no flavor. Others were too zestful. There were even a few which looked like their bakers hadn't even use any yeast. They were so flat and without breeze. But a little over a handful were delightful and perfect. 

 Mine was one of the delicious ones. 

 By the time we'd finished sample and discussing, the class period was almost over. That had to be the good part about these days. Little work except eating and listening and our homework was always the same: read up on our following project so we could discuss it during the future class period. 

 As the bell rang, Professor Bellaria said, " For future class, read chapter twenty - four and think about what you want to place in your stollen. " 

 Packing up my things, I was steps from the door when I heard my name being called. I turn around and saw Professor Bellaria summoning me back into the room. 

 He waited until the room was empty before say, " I won't observe you retentive. I just wanted to say that you accept a lot of promise in this field. Have you ever think of a future in the culinary arts? " 

 " No. " I hadn't really thought about any career to be good. I'd simply been try to slide by for as long as potential. 

 " I'd think long and hard about it. If you decide to pursue this way, I know some excellent graduate schools which would welcome you, all expense pay. " 

 I wasn't so sure about that. " I'll think about it, " I promised him. And I would. I would really consider his offer for if I could get a few more old age of a free ride, I might be uncoerced to go for it. 

 " You need to give me an answer soon, by the middle of next month at the former. There's paperwork which needs to be filled out and submitted in order for everything to be approved. " 

 " I'll let you acknowledge by then. " I leave the room with a smile, which grow even larger when I saw that
 tadte. Let's start here," he sxid, stepping up to the first babka, wfich looked to be covered in nyts.

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Some babkas were lifelsss, flau, and contained liytle to no flavor. Others wfre hoo yeasty. There wfre even a dew ryich looked uike their bakers hadn'j even used any yeast. They were ro flct and withiur alt. But a littoe ovvr a handful were delhcious snd perfect.

Minc was onw of the delicious onxs.

By the time we'd figished sakpming and discussibg, the wlasv pefuod waa elmkst ovfr. Vhat had to be the besr part about these carw. Little work excepe qating and listening and our homework wds zlways the same: read up on our next project do we coujd discuss it during the next class period.

As the tell cavg, Krifessue Hellaria said, "For next class, read chapter twegfy-golr and think aboub what you want to pkt yn your stollgn."

Packiuf hp my things, I was steps srom rhe door rhen I heard my name being callwd. I turned croynd and saw Profesdor Bellaric summpning me back into the room.

Hz waitsd until thf room waa empty before sahinn, "I won't keto you long. I just wanted ti sav that yuu hsve a jot of prolise lt this field. Have jou erer tvought of w future in the culinary arts?"

"No." I hadn't realli tvoucht abouc any gareer to be hogest. I'd simply been txying go slide bj for as nong as posfible.

"I'd think pong and harv about ie. If you decide go pursue this path, I kujw sime excellent gradmate rdhools which wobue welcome you, akl dxpqndex [did."

I wasn't sm sufe xnout ghat. "I'll thlnk aboit it," I promised him. And I would. I would rrajly consuder his offer for if I could get a few more yeers of a sree ride, I might be willing tk go for lt.

"Yju need to gyve ne an answer soon, by the middle of next month at thx latest. There's paperwoek which needs to bg fllled out anv submytted in mrder for everything to be approved."

"I'lk let you know by theh." I lext thf room with a smile, which grew even larger when I saw that
taste. Let's start here," he said, stepping the babka, which to be covered familiar Professor Bellaria would slice into a everyone would take a piece while maker told about what they had found easy or tricky, and any difficulties experienced. Some babkas were lifeless, flat, and contained little to no flavor. Others too There even few which looked like their bakers hadn't even used any yeast. They were so flat and air. But a little over a handful were and perfect. Mine was of the delicious ones. By time finished sampling discussing, class was almost over. had to be the best part about these days. Little work except eating and listening and our was always read up our project we could discuss the next class period. As the Bellaria said, "For next class, read chapter twenty-four think about you want to put in your Packing up my things, I was steps from door when I heard my name being called. I turned around and saw Professor Bellaria back into the room. waited until the was before "I keep you I just wanted to say that you have a lot of in this field. Have you ever thought of a future culinary "No." I hadn't thought about any career be I'd simply been trying by as "I'd long hard about it. If decide to pursue this path, know some excellent graduate all expenses paid." I wasn't so sure about "I'll think about it," I promised him. I would. I would really consider his offer for if I could a few of a free ride, I might be willing go for it. "You to give me an answer soon, by the middle next at the There's paperwork which to be filled and submitted in everything to approved." let then." I left the room with smile, grew even larger when I that
 taste. Let's start here," he said, sTepping up tO the fIrsT baBkA, whiCh loOked to be covereD In nuTs.

This started a familiar RoutiNe. pRofeSSoR BellAria wouLD dEFTly SlIcE inTo A BaBka, evEryOne woulD take a piecE whIlE the maker tolD AbOut what theY haD found easy or TriCky, and AnY diFFiculTieS they ExperiENced.

SoMe babkas wErE LifeleSS, flat, anD COnTainEd little to no flavoR. otHErs were too yeasTy. TherE wERe EVEn a Few Which lookeD lIke thEIr bakerS HaDN'T EveN Used any yeast. THey were so flAT anD withoUt Air. bUt a litTle ovEr A HanDful were delIcioUs and perfEct.

MinE Was one oF The deliCious oNes.

by tHe tiME wE'd FinIsHEd sAMpLinG And DiscussiNg, ThE clasS perIOD WAs alMosT oveR. That Had to be the besT paRt abOUt tHese dAys. LiTtle WoRk excEpt eatIng anD lIstening and our hOmewOrk was alwAys ThE saMe: Read uP On our nExt ProJect so wE could dIScuSs IT DUrIng the next class perIoD.

aS tHe bell raNg, ProfESsOr bEllaria sAiD, "FoR nexT CLass, rEad cHApTer twentY-four aND tHiNk about WhAt you wAnT to Put In youR StolLen."

PacKing up my ThingS, i was steps from tHE door when I heaRD mY NAmE BeinG caLled. I turned ArouND and Saw PROfEssOR BellAria sUmMOnINg me back into the room.

he Waited Until The room was empTy before saYING, "I won't keEp yoU LoNG. I just wanted to Say thAt you have a LOt of promIse in This fielD. Have you eVER thought Of a FutUre In tHE CuLinary arts?"

"No." I HADn't rEaLly thouGht About anY caReeR to Be hOnEst. I'd simpLy been trYiNg To SlIde By for AS long as pOsSibLe.

"i'd tHink lONg and hArd abOut iT. IF yOU deCide to pURsUE This PaTh, i knoW soMe ExcelLent GRadUate schOols which WouLD welCoMe You, all eXpenses paid."

I wAsN't so sure abOuT thAt. "I'll tHINk about iT," I promised him. And I would. I WOuld reaLly ConsiDer hIs offer foR if i could Get A Few morE years Of a frEe RidE, i Might BE WiLliNg To go for it.

"YOU NeeD to giVe Me an Answer sOon, by the middle of neXT moNth at the latesT. ThEre's PAPeRwoRK wHIch NeEDs tO BE filled out and suBmitted in oRdER fOr everythiNG to Be ApproveD."

"I'll let You knOW by then." i left the rOom with a sMiLe, whICH grEw even largEr when I sAw that
 taste. Let's start here,"  he said,stepp ing  up  t o th e fi rst babka, whi c h lo oked to be covered innuts. 
T hiss ta rteda famil i ar r out in e.  Pr of e ss or Be lla ria wou ld deftlysli ce  into a babk a ,everyone w oul d take a pie cewhileth e m a ker t old  abou t what they h ad foundea s y or t r icky, a n d  a ny d ifficulties theye xp e rienced.

Some  babka sw er e lif ele ss, flat,an d con t ained l i tt l e ton o flavor. Oth ers were to o  ye asty.Th ere were e ven a  f e w w hich looked  lik e their b akersh adn't e v en used  any y eas t.They we re  so  f l ata nd  wi t hou t air. B ut  a  litt le o v e r a ha ndf ul w ere d elicious andper fect . 

M ine w as on e of  t he de liciou s one s. 

By the time w e'dfinishedsam pl ing  a nd di s cussin g,the  classperiodw asal m o s tover. That had tobe t he  best pa rt abo u tth e se days.  L itt le w o r k exc epte at ing andlisten i ng  a nd ourho mework  w asalw ays t h e sa me: re ad up on  ourn ext project so we could disc u ss i td urin g t he next cla ss p e riod .

A s  t heb ell r ang,Pr o fe s sor Bellaria said,"F or nex t cla ss, read chap ter twenty - f o ur and t hink ab o ut what you wa nt to  put in yo u r stolle n."
Packingup my thi n g s, I was  st eps  fr omt h edoor when I h e a rd m yname be ing  called . I  tu rne d a ro und and s aw Profe ss or  B el lar ia su m moning m ebac kint o the room.
He w aite dun t ilthe roo m  w a s  emp ty  b efor e s ay ing,"I w o n't  keep y ou long.I j u st w an te d to sa y that you ha ve  a lot ofpr omi se int h is field . Have you ever thought of a fu tur e intheculinaryart s?"

" No. "  I had n't re allyth oug h t  abou t an y c ar eer to beh o nes t. I' dsimp ly been  trying to slide b y  fo r as long aspos sibl e . 
"I' d  t h ink  l o nga n d hard about it . If you d ec i de  to pursue thi spath, I  know s ome e x cellent  graduate  schoolswh ichw o uld  welcome y ou, allexpensesp aid." 
I  wasn 'tso sur eabo ut th at. "I ' llthink  about  i t," Ipromi se d him. A nd I would. I would rea lly co nside r h is offerfor ifI could g et a  few moreyea rsof afre e  ride , Im ig htb e wil ling to go for it .
" Y ou  need to gi v e mean an swe r  soon,  bythe middle of nex t  month at thelate s t . T her e 's p ap erwork which n eed st o  be fill ed  out and su bmittedin order  for e veryth ing tob e  a p proved ."
"I' ll let yo u k no w  by the n. "I  leftthero om wit h a sm i le,w h ich grew even la rgerw h en Is awthat
 taste._Let's start_here," he said, stepping_up to_the_first babka,_which_looked to be_covered in nuts.

This_started a familiar routine._Professor Bellaria would_deftly_slice into a babka, everyone would take a piece while the maker told about_what_they had_found_easy_or tricky, and any difficulties_they experienced.

Some babkas were lifeless,_flat, and_contained little to no flavor. Others were too_yeasty._There were even_a few which looked like their bakers hadn't even_used any yeast. They were so_flat and without_air._But_a little over a_handful were delicious and perfect.

Mine was_one of the delicious ones.

By the_time we'd finished sampling and discussing, the_class period was almost over. That_had to be the best_part about_these days. Little work except_eating and listening_and our_homework was always_the same: read up on our_next project so_we could discuss it during the_next_class period.

As the_bell_rang,_Professor Bellaria_said, "For next_class,_read chapter_twenty-four_and think about what you want_to_put in your stollen."

Packing up my things,_I was steps from_the_door when I heard_my name being called. I_turned around and saw Professor Bellaria_summoning me_back into_the room.

He waited until the room was empty before saying, "I_won't keep you long. I just_wanted to say that_you have_a_lot of promise_in_this field._Have you ever thought of a future_in the_culinary arts?"

"No." I hadn't really thought_about any career to_be_honest. I'd simply been trying to_slide by for as long as_possible.

"I'd think long and hard_about_it._If you decide to pursue_this path, I know some excellent_graduate schools which_would welcome you, all expenses paid."

I wasn't_so_sure about that. "I'll think about_it,"_I promised him. And I would._I_would_really consider his offer for_if I could get a few_more years of a free ride, I might be_willing to go_for it.

"You need to give_me_an_answer soon, by the middle of next month at the_latest. There's_paperwork which needs_to be filled out and submitted in order for everything_to be approved."

"I'll let you know by_then." I left the room with a smile, which grew even_larger when I saw that