Because these two made it that way.
The pizza as odd as it looks, I heard it was really good. Just a can of Italian tomatoes, garlic, red pepper, purple onion, and olives spread over Boboli pizza and baked.
When I signed us up for this cooking class, I was hoping the school (Alta Sierra) would have little individual kitchens….and they did….I think seven of them…. because I haven't been back in a Home Ec room since I left high school.
But our school kitchens back in the day were never this large.
But ours were cleaner.
Look at the lovely stove we cooked on. Disgusting.
My question is WHY are the middle school students
who use these everyday not taught to clean up their messes?
I wouldn't have thought anything of this stove
if it had been in a busy happy home.
But this is a school! A place where many use it so
the class before should keep it clean, don't ya think?
who use these everyday not taught to clean up their messes?
I wouldn't have thought anything of this stove
if it had been in a busy happy home.
But this is a school! A place where many use it so
the class before should keep it clean, don't ya think?
One of the other students saw me take this picture and said to Erin and Amy in a confused tone, "She's taking a picture of the stove??" I think it was Amy who said, "She takes pictures of everything."
So I may take pictures of dirty stoves,
but look who sword fights with celery!
but look who sword fights with celery!
I love their crazy energy. They keep me entertained.
One of our fellow students, this lady said she has been married for
63 years! She did not look old enough for that, and she didn't act it
either. She was totally into learning new recipes.
The girl at the sink?
She said she was there to cook so she could "keep a man."
She said she was there to cook so she could "keep a man."
After we ate, Amy and Cookie (one of the other students) realized they have mutual friends.
And when Cookie somehow found out
we were Mormon she liked us all the more.
Not the reaction we get everywhere. And she's Jewish.
When class ended and we were walking towards the door, Cookie pulled me aside and said, "Sign those girls up for the salad class! I'm going, and I want them to be there too!"
Erin and Amy were a hit with the teacher too, apparently.
I don't recall her asking anyone else to have her picture taken with them.
I don't recall her asking anyone else to have her picture taken with them.
Or laughing like this with anyone but them.
The teacher's name is Gina Myers
and she's written several cookbooks.
Erin insisted I put a picture on of myself too. So here it is….
but I told Erin and Amy that if I looked like them
I would plaster myself all over my blog.
I would plaster myself all over my blog.
Being the gluten free-dairy free person that I am, I couldn't actually taste the food,
but this one looked good to me:
What the recipe fails to say, is add the ravioli after it is cooked. Not sure when you add the broccoli....I guess that depends on how soft or crisp you want it to be. But it all goes in one pot.