The two youngest GSons (11 and 9)came for the day last week. They were keen to show me their cooking skills learned from school. J wanted to make pastry as demonstrated by their teacher. They had been learning about WW2, and how people managed. He had made a vegetable pasty. We decided on jam tarts. He measured out the ingredients and rubbed in the fat to flour and added water. Then he beat it into submission! He kneaded it to death, insisting it was correct according to his teacher. She said it had to be very elastic! I said nothing. It then had half an hour in the fridge and then got hammered again! He then said “my teacher said she had never made pastry before” oh how I laughed! She had obviously looked up dough and got confused with bread! Anyhow, they were edible, just!.
O’s turn next. Anglo Saxon bread. Just flour and water. Unfortunately, as he was sectioning the dough into portions, he was busy telling me about what he had learned and kept dropping the pieces on the floor, picking them up, dog hair and all, (unavoidable, moulting) and carrying on regardless. Suffice to say if they had been dipped in stew we might have been able to eat them without damage to our teeth!
It was a very entertaining afternoon, I would just love to meet the teacher though. 🤣
O’s turn next. Anglo Saxon bread. Just flour and water. Unfortunately, as he was sectioning the dough into portions, he was busy telling me about what he had learned and kept dropping the pieces on the floor, picking them up, dog hair and all, (unavoidable, moulting) and carrying on regardless. Suffice to say if they had been dipped in stew we might have been able to eat them without damage to our teeth!
It was a very entertaining afternoon, I would just love to meet the teacher though. 🤣
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