Iron Cheflets

Every Sunday afternoon I spend a couple hours with some pretty awesome teenagers. Allegedly, I am kind of responsible for what they do during that time, which is why last week I had them cook lunch for all of us.

Those who can’t do, teach, right?

No seriously, I can’t cook, but the mission of the day wash’t just to make food for us. We didn’t give them recipes, we just gave them ingredients. And said “Here, make some stuff.”

And we ended up with a delicious lunch, with no help from adults whatsoever.

Here’s a look at how we got there, because that’s way more entertaining than saying “We watched them cook for an hour.” ‘Cause that’s what we did. Chaperoning, y’all. And not a single person got burnt on the oven. I call that a successful day.

I’m going to see about hiring them to make dinners to send over to my house every night. That could work, right?

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Squirrel…dry cleaner…same thing

My parents are not making it easy on themselves when it comes to keeping them out of the blog. Everything will be fine and dandy and uneventful and then we go out to dinner with them and I wish I had it on video.

Since I don’t, you’ll have to settle for a partial transcript of part of our evening the other night. Scene: Me, Rachel, Mom and Dad at dinner at a Chinese restaurant near their house. We are each talking about our day and about work and Rachel is a few minutes into a story about her job when Mom speaks up.

Mom, looking across the restaurant while Rachel is still talking: “Is that my dry cleaner?”
Dad, looking too: “Did you pick up my suit?”
Rachel, looking at me because she’s just realized I’m the only one really paying attention: “Anyway, Laura…”

It’s a lot like this with them sometimes:

11. Madrigal dinners

When she was a sophomore, my youngest sister joined choir at her school. So last year and this year, we’ve attended the chorus program’s madrigal dinner program. And I love it.

If you’ve never been, it’s like dinner theater. It’s got a storyline – usually a funny one and the singers perform a bunch of holiday music, in English and in Latin. The audience has a meal and during the meal, the singers come around and visit each table. Some try and entertain with juggling and stuff and there’s a wassail toast during the program as well.

My favorite is the Carol of the Bells, and there’s nothing like hearing a choir – especially a really good one, like my sister’s is – sing that song in person. It’s so awesome.