Alright. The pizza isn't THAT cute but the little hands that made it were off the charts! I'm not at liberty to post their photos here but I want you to imagine about a half dozen children aged five to nine learning how to cook.
There is something so wonderfully cute about little five-year old fingers slicing sausages and spreading sauce and sprinkling cheese on a pizza shell. There they were, lined up at their stations, clothed in their little aprons, cooking away. A highlight? Hearing one of the nine year-olds proclaiming that she liked the broccoli pizza the best--sorry, no photo of that.
That was Sunday. Today is Wednesday and we're going to have another cooking class with the teenagers tonight. Last time they made soup. Today they are going to learn how to make different pasta sauces. They can't wait and neither can I.
I'm pretty lucky that this is all part of my work. This is the fun stuff. Later on as I'm slogging through reports, meetings, and 100 emails each day, I'll think of those itty bitty fingers at the cooking stations and remember that it is for those little fingers and the bright souls and open hearts that go with them that I gladly slog away.
That's adorable! My favourite memories are the ones from my childhood when I got to cook with my mom, my grandmother or my neighbour. I'm sure all those little ones will be remembering their cooking lessons for years to come!
Posted by: Ivonne | April 05, 2006 at 09:33 PM
What a wonderful opportunity, both for you and the kids. Growing, preparing, and eating food has such potential to bring people together to open dialogues, learn lessons, and share in the fundamental ritual of feeding body and spirit. Thank you for sharing!
Posted by: Heather | April 06, 2006 at 09:20 AM