"Muggles have had these pie irons around for decades and decades, and they make different shapes of them now too. They make square ones and round ones, rectangles, hearts. All different kinds. I did one at our last survival training b/c i had stuffed some peanut butter in my pack because of all the protein it has, and Michael had managed to put some chocolate bars in his. Kate made some flatbread one night over the fire, so we took her flatbread and put it in the pie iron, spread both pieces of bread generously with peanut butter and put some chocolate in it, and it turned out to be these warm, gooey chocolate peanut butter pasties."
"That sounds incredible," Zane said. "It's odd how the bread in these pies taste just like the crust of a pasty."
"They really were good," Marcus said. "And you're right. I don't know how the pie irons do it, but even the muggle ones seem to make some sort of change in the bread so that the bread tastes like pasty crust. All I know is they're very tasty."
"I bet you could do breakfast in these somehow," Ezra said.
"Kate told us she's done it with leftover scrambled eggs and some shredded cheese and some broken up cooked bacon. I haven't tried it, but Kate said they're good," Marcus said.
"Affogatos sound really exotic," Angus laughed, "but they're not. Not really." He went to the kitchen, made some espresso, and while that was brewing, he put a generous scoop of ice cream into two glass coffee cups. Just for garnish, he added some chocolate syrup, some whipped cream, and some chopped nuts, like an ice cream sundae. Then he poured some espresso into two espresso cups and took the coffee cups and espresso cups to the table. he set a coffee cup and an espresso cup in front of Ruby and one at his own place.
"So, it's really simple. Affogato is the Italian word for drown. Pour the hot espresso over the ice cream. It's just that simple. And that's an affogato. It's a classic in Italy, and its a perfect way to end a day," he told her, sitting down and pouring the cup of espress over his ice cream and watching hte ice cream start to melt into the pool of hot espresso that was now in the glass coffee mug. He took his spoon and caught a bit of the ice cream and some of the coffee and ate it. "Perfect," he said.