And the night brought forth great wonders of food and filled the house with
aromas.  Onions, chicken, split pea, pumpkins, apples, and, of course, sour
cream whirled in delight and danced the dance of the Hungarian cook.  The
chefs were blessed and from the kitchen poured forth multitudes of pasta
and chicken paprikas.  Cucumber salad and bread leapt from the cutting board.
>From the kettles sprung split pea soup and the oven gave birth to pumpkin pies
and apple crisps.  Yes, all was good.  And so the graduate students took the
creations and shared them with their friends on the 8th floor playroom at one
quarter of an hour past midday on the twenty-ninth of September in the year
two thousand.  And life was good.

And so it was written* by
Jill Fekete
Attila Kondacs
Lily Lee
Christian Shelton

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*: later sources point to aid by Raquel Romano although scholars still debate
   the veracity of such claims.