So as a Senior in high school, I'm entitled to a fun class, so I took a cooking class. Supposed to be super fun, right? You cook something, and then you eat it. So far, we've made chocolate chip cookies, tacos, a choice of banana/pumpkin/zucchini/or blueberry bread, and cinnamon rolls, and in the future we'll be making Christmas cookies, pizza, angel food cake, and many other fun things.
But, this class has been the most stressful class since - not because of the cooking - I love working with my hands and creating things, but it's the working with other people that makes me want to rip my hair out and stick forks in my eyes.
For the chocolate chip cookies, my only friend in the class wasn't able to work with me, so I got paired with the biggest airhead in the class. Literally, she didn't bring her recipe or her notes, she didn't ask to look at mine, it was just "what are we doing now?", "what do we need next?", "where does this go?" etc, etc, blah blah blah. She tried to crack an egg holding it in her left hand and hitting it with a knife in her right hand. With practice, you can do this, but it was her first time, and it ended up ALL OVER THE FLOOR. Did you know how hard it is to clean up egg off the ground? Flipping hard! And then, she did the bake settings WRONG, so the cookies were just sitting there not baking for almost 10 minutes. Because of this, we were late for the next class, MEANING we lost 5 points off the grade. Not my fault. But you know what? They were awesome.
We next made banana bread, my partner being my friend, which was a huge relief. However, the recipe that the teacher made and gave to us had a typo that she messily corrected and my partner unfortunately misread. So, instead of putting 1/3 cup of milk into the almost-done mixture, she put 3 cups. Yikes. So we had to redo the mix, but we weren't late, which was a miracle. And, the bread came out really well.
Finally in this terrible trilogy: cinnamon rolls. Due to my underdeveloped immune system, I was out sick the first day of cinnamon roll making (it takes two days, because the dough has to rise over night) so I got shoved into a random group for the second day. Instead of letting me participate in the baking and removing from oven/tray and decorating process, they made me wash the dishes. So my class participation grade was for being the dishwasher. AND, I was added to a group of 3, so we became 4 (basic math). The recipe made 12 rolls, which divided by 4 people makes 3 rolls per person, right? BASIC MATH. Guess how many I got. One. I got one. Two of the group members got 4 rolls, one member got 3, and I got ONE. How did these people get into high school with those math skills?
But, this class has been the most stressful class since - not because of the cooking - I love working with my hands and creating things, but it's the working with other people that makes me want to rip my hair out and stick forks in my eyes.
For the chocolate chip cookies, my only friend in the class wasn't able to work with me, so I got paired with the biggest airhead in the class. Literally, she didn't bring her recipe or her notes, she didn't ask to look at mine, it was just "what are we doing now?", "what do we need next?", "where does this go?" etc, etc, blah blah blah. She tried to crack an egg holding it in her left hand and hitting it with a knife in her right hand. With practice, you can do this, but it was her first time, and it ended up ALL OVER THE FLOOR. Did you know how hard it is to clean up egg off the ground? Flipping hard! And then, she did the bake settings WRONG, so the cookies were just sitting there not baking for almost 10 minutes. Because of this, we were late for the next class, MEANING we lost 5 points off the grade. Not my fault. But you know what? They were awesome.
We next made banana bread, my partner being my friend, which was a huge relief. However, the recipe that the teacher made and gave to us had a typo that she messily corrected and my partner unfortunately misread. So, instead of putting 1/3 cup of milk into the almost-done mixture, she put 3 cups. Yikes. So we had to redo the mix, but we weren't late, which was a miracle. And, the bread came out really well.
Finally in this terrible trilogy: cinnamon rolls. Due to my underdeveloped immune system, I was out sick the first day of cinnamon roll making (it takes two days, because the dough has to rise over night) so I got shoved into a random group for the second day. Instead of letting me participate in the baking and removing from oven/tray and decorating process, they made me wash the dishes. So my class participation grade was for being the dishwasher. AND, I was added to a group of 3, so we became 4 (basic math). The recipe made 12 rolls, which divided by 4 people makes 3 rolls per person, right? BASIC MATH. Guess how many I got. One. I got one. Two of the group members got 4 rolls, one member got 3, and I got ONE. How did these people get into high school with those math skills?