Haven't Burned the Kitchen Down Yet

Just in case life was not ironic enough to begin with, just a few weeks ago, I started teaching a cooking class at one of the homeschool co-ops. Yes. Me. The one who can't make instant mashed potatoes in the right order.

Luckily, the kids are young and forgiving - and they do all of the mixing themselves, so, if it tastes funky, I can say that I didn't do it! Not really. If it were to taste funky, it would probably be the fault of one of the grown ups doing the measuring...or the grown up who tries not to explode her brain each week dividing the recipe so that each pair of kids gets to make their "own."

Bonus. I now know how many teaspoons and tablespoons go into a cup.

(I have also learned that, of all the allergen free - no gluten, eggs, dairy, or nuts - requirements, the one that throws me for a loop most often is the nuts. What do you mean we can't use peanut butter!?!)

Lots of craziness involved, but lots of fun too. Maybe, by the end of this class, I'll have learned how to cook. Meh... probably not, but we could hope.