Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh, any Emril cooking products, or Giant Eagle
Ryou's Kitchen
Ryou POV:
It was Saturday morning and I was hungry as usual. I looked in the fridge to find only frozen foods and ramen noodles in the cupboard. This was very depressing to me. I needed a balanced diet to maintain my model figure!
"I must take action," I thought as I grabbed my designer purse and went to the local Giant Eagle. There I picked up the basic household food items like, milk, eggs, cheese, bread and butter.
On my way to the check out I passed a bottle of Emril homemade ketchup. I stopped my cart and starred at it for awhile.
"Emril has his own cooking show and products. He has a lot of money and I hear his cuisine is to die for," the bottle said to me. I shock my head and denied that the bottle had just spoken to me. I threw the bottle into my cart, crushing my bread. I went to the checkout line where the teen cashier took no care in bagging my goods.
When I got home I put my grocery bag on the counter and fetched my camcorder. I placed the camcorder on a tripod and focused it on the kitchen.
"What are you doing now you insolent," Bakura said as he walked onto my new "TV studio."
"I'm going to make a cooking show just like that Emril guy," I stated with pride as I got out a mixing bowel and a spoon.
"Just don't burn anything," Bakura sighed as she left the room. I danced over to the camera and turned it on.
"Welcome to Ryou's Kitchen," I said with glee in my British accent. "Today we'll be making food, how exciting." I pulled out my Emril ketchup, bread, and some cheese.
"First, pour a half bottle of ketchup into a mixing bowel. Next, tear apart the bread into bit size pieces and add them to the mixture. Finally, grad some cheese and add it as well." I told the camera as I preformed these actions. I plugged in the automatic mixer and engaged in mixing my odd creation.
"You want to mix it on high till it gets all.... Less chunky," I stuttered as some of the batter began to fly around the room.
"Now you want to put it in the stove and let it cook for 10 minutes," I said as I walked over to the camera to shut it off. 10 minutes later I came back and turned the camera back on. The room was clouded by smoke, but I still continued anyway.
"Black smoke appearing in your kitchen is a good thing. It means the spices are evening out." I said as I pulled out the flaming, burnt ketchup disaster.
"I'm telling you, it's supposed to look like this!" I cried as I poured a cup of water on it, ceasing the flame.
"Of course you want your food to look better than this, so just get some cake icing a decorate it. Thus you have a luscious dessert fit for a peasant, I mean a King." I finished as I turned the camera off.
"What on earth!" Bakura yelled as he entered the hazy kitchen.
"I made a show, I did it, I did it," I giggled as I jumped up and down. "Now I can take it to a guy, who will give it to another guy, who will make me a... SUPER STAR!"
"I'm going to go take a nap," Bakura said as he left the room.
I drove to the local production studio. I went to the front desk and handed the secretary my tape.
"I'm going to be a star," I told her. She just looked up at me blankly and continued to chew her gum. Her long finer nails held up the tape and examined it. She put it in a cubby hole that said, "Spillberg".
From that moment on... I would become a legend! Okay, maybe not a legend, but I made it on Japan's Funny Home Movies. At least it was a start!
The End...... or is it?
Ryou: jumping up and down I want to be a star!!!
Ray: Maybe in another story
Ryou: Humph! I'll be in my trailer walks into cardboard box