I've just arrived home from visiting my good ol' grade one class. Those little darlings! I arranged with their usual teacher (from whom I took over) to come in and do some cooking with a small group. As it turned out, I had two budding girl chefs, and one budding boy chef to look after (who you might remember from a certain previous blog entry).
First things first: wash hands in soap AND warm water! Vigorously!
The whole process went relatively hiccup free; one girl sneezed all over the flour until I directed her to turn around. I caught her just in time as she was about to delve her snotty digits into the flour once more, and ordered another good hand washing. One potential case of food poisoning avoided.
One egg was dropped onto the art-room floor (which doubles as the thoroughfare for the classroom), and was promptly scooped up by yours-truly, because I had to face facts, we needed that little sucker!
After spending a few minutes picking odd-looking black bits from the white, I proposed a motion that as the presiding adult, I crack the second egg. Success! None of it landed on the floor! Both of these eggs were whisked with 4 teaspoons of sugar and dumped into the mixing bowl.
The butter melting went beautifully, and we finally got all the ingredients together with plenty of time to cook the pikelets, and have a flippin' turn!
Byuudaful! One half a pikelet for each class member! Little did they know of what was really in them…
Like that would have phased them.