Our local homeschool club cooking lesson was a blast. The homeschool club, which I helped found just over a year ago, meets every Wednesday at our local library. We're mainly a social group, and we don't have much structure when we meet, but we did hold a very structured—and very fun—event this last Wednesday.
There's a man in our church, who along with his wife and four kids joined our church several months ago, who is a chef at a local House of Blues. I asked him a while ago if he would be willing to host a little cooking workshop with our homeschool group, to which he readily agreed. So last Wednesday our entire homeschool group—some 40+ kids—descended on our church (the library was unavailable due to early voting) for a chef-hosted cooking workshop.
It was a blast! Chef Keith showed the kids how to make a simple flat bread, and each kids got to make one of their own. He also talked about the history of cooking and the evolution of "the chef." It was a very interesting and informative afternoon.
The only snafu occurred when it came time for the kids to eat their bread. I noticed Joely had a look of distaste on her face after she took her first bite, so I asked her what was wrong. She said a little sheepishly that she didn't like it, although she kept taking several more bites apparently to satisfy me that she wasn't "wasting" it. I asked her to give me her bread so I could try it.
I took one bite…and about lost my lunch. I'm not sure what exactly Joely did to it, but it tasted like she mixed in the salt when she should have used the flour. It was the saltiest (and most disgusting) thing I've ever tasted in my life! Thankfully there was a water fountain nearby or it would have gotten pretty ugly.