My Cooking Skills Are Being Threatened

Everyday last week, from 9-12, Eldest learned a tasty dish or two.  She came home with stories of bossy girls, detailed recipe descriptions, and a full tummy.  (Seriously though, for the price I paid to put her in that summer class, she had better be fed something!)

Here was the line-up.

Monday:  French Toast and Hotdogs

I don’t know about you, but somehow, I don’t think these two go together well.  Anyway, I loved that she learned how to make French toast.  It’s my favorite breakfast food.  The boiled hotdog though?  I won’t mind if she completely forgets how to make that one.

Tuesday:  Hamburger and “Dirt Cups”

They actually used raw meat, added seasonings, and cooked the patties.  I was impressed and worried at the same time.  I get so paranoid just handling meat myself, let alone my 7 year old.  At least I was informed that the teachers did go around to make sure all the burgers were full cooked before the kids ate them.  And the “Dirt Cups?”  I sooo want her to make it this weekend.  I’ve never had one.  It’s got some chocolate goodness in it.  OF COURSE I want some.

Wednesday:  Green Salad

Finally.  Something healthy!  The Hubs especially loves salads, so this was awesome.  Now she can be the official salad maker around here.

Thursday:  Summer Berry Cheesecake Pie

Oooh!  Oooh!  ME!  I want some!  Do I really need to stress the fact this is something she will need to memorize and make for me until the day I die?  (Yah. Didn’t think so.)

Friday: Tortillas and Caramel Popcorn

This was a special day because the class “opened a restaurant” and each student had two guests come for lunch.  The Hubs and I went (while my awesome mom watched the two young ‘uns).  Each group had their own portable burner, pan, and bowls of ingredients.  Each group cooked for their own guests.  While I had to swallow down tortillas with raw onions and other raw ingredients inside it, it was, nonetheless, pretty good.  The caramel popcorn was a pretty good dessert too.

We thought it was really cute watching them “work together” (as much as little kids do) and hear them talk about cooking.  However, The Hubs and I made sure to point out to Eldest that if she was going to cook that for us at home, she had better cook the ingredients first.  LOL.

And for your viewing pleasure, a short clip of the cooking action!

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Poetry Workshop: Unlike No Other

A new month, a new set of Poetry fun!

And if you want to join in every week, take a little peek of what’s in store for March: click here!

So, last month we had Sonnet, Narrative, Pastoral, and Free Verses.

THIS month, we’re going to have fun!

First up is something yummy….

#1: March 6
National White Chocolate Cheesecake Day

I love white chocolate.  I love cheesecake.  This has the best of both worlds!  In honor of this day, write a poem about your favorite dessert.  Yum!

UNLIKE NO OTHER

And my mind drifts
As my stomach complains
To have that something…
That something unlike no other

A something sweeter than sugared honey
Colder than an Alaskan winter
More decadent than the finest chocolate
And more wholesome than apple pie

This something can make the hottest day colder than December
A sad thought happier than a child with a balloon
A stressful day more peaceful than still sands
And a happy day happier than any man

Oh would that I could have just one bowl of this
I would be almost in ecstasy
As I stir and stir and taste and taste
This sublime delicacy

Halo-Halo!
I wish you appear in my hands!
But alas, even if you did, I cannot consume you
For I’ve given up desserts for Lent

Oh, woe is me
I will sleep with you in mind
And dream of how you’re my perfect something
And then, in the morn, wake up with nothing.

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I Don’t Cook Turkey

5.) Who is cooking the turkey you will be eating for Thanksgiving this year? Share a memory that makes you smile when you think of this person.

I am afraid of explosions.

No, I’ve never made a turkey explode, but if I tried cooking one, that’s what would probably happen.

We don’t bake our turkey.  We deep fry it.

And have you ever witnessed a gigantic turkey deep fried in volcano-hot oil before?

It’s scary!

It’s quite dangerous, so we do this feat outside, in the backyard.  And I stand about 50 feet away.

Who’s brave enough to do this?

My husband!

Yeah, so he cooks the turkey.

And the stuffing…

And the gravy…

Candied yams…

Pumpkin pie…

What?  Did you just ask what I cook on Thanksgiving?

Um…mashed potatoes?  Brownies?

Really, I’m happy to just mind the kids and pop in the kitchen once in a while to “taste” things and give an order or two.

Things just work out better that way.

And anyway, I cook almost every regular day of the year.

He can have the holidays.

To be frank, whenever I do picture past or future celebrations, I always see him cooking in the kitchen.

Sure, the kitchen’s a mess, but the food he makes?  THEY ARE AWESOME!