The past week was pretty great overall--Huevos Rancheros,
Aloo Paratha
(an Indian bread stuffed with curried potatoes and peas),
Chocolate Orange Bread and homemade Cherry Fizz (the bread was a little weird, but the Cherry Fizz was terrific, especially with a little lime juice added), and Strawberry Shortcake, but the best part of the week, for me, came on Thursday when we made fresh Whole Wheat Herbed Pasta with Tomatoes and Swiss Chard.
I KNOW! Crazy! Most of them LOVED it. But that wasn't even the best part of the day, though it easily could have been.
Every Thursday some of the kids from PAL come over to cook with us. This past Thursday morning Nick and Julia, who'd cooked with me before, came over and left happy. I didn't expect anyone else for the afternoon, so I was a little surprised when just after 1pm I saw two faces peeking around the doorjamb. I asked if they wanted to come in and check out the kitchen. They nodded and stepped boldly into and walked all the way around the kitchen.
Then they left.
A few minutes later they were back and wanted to know if I would let them join that very class. I grabbed a couple of cutting boards and helped them set up their stations. Then I sent them out to the garden to get some herbs and pick some Swiss chard.
They spent the next three hours chopping and kneading and rolling and sauteeing. We put everything together and they headed back to their day camp classroom with the pasta. They enjoyed themselves, that much I knew, but I couldn't have guessed how they would describe their experience to their peers.
Mr. S. came by and told me that I'd be getting more kids next week. The girls were thrilled with their work and upon their return everyone gathered around them, tasting, asking questions, and listening. He heard them say, "It all started with a leaf...."
And so it did.
Nothing could have made me happier.

