Have you ever heard the very English expression at sixes and sevens? The meaning has something to do with confusion and disorder. I picked the title because those were the ages of the kids I taught last week. If you've been following my posts, you might think me confusing since I had told you I was done with work for the season several weeks ago. That was not a prevarication (I love that word). I just forgot to mention that I also teach hearth cooking at camp during the summer. Three weeks of camp--not consecutively, thank the Lord.
The first day I was quite concerned as to how the week would pan out. I planned to instruct my seven little dears in the art of making noodles from scratch. It was a cloudy day and the farmhouse kitchen was dark, so before we started, I lit some candles.
Little girl 1: Ooh, goodie--fire! Can I light something? I love burning things.
Me: Ummm, no.
Little girl 2: You like burning things? THAT'S cool. I like ripping heads off of dolls.
Little girl 3: Hey, everybody. I do a great impression of a zombie...wanna see? Wanna see? [Extends arms, makes blank expression, growls. Little girls 4 through 7 mimic]
Me: [Silently shoots quick prayer to heaven; attempts to regain order] We're making noodles, everyone. Noodles!
As the week progressed, they got with the program and really were a sweet bunch. I think their being able to wear colonial clothing helped in the calming process. It was neat watching them play at being 18th century maidens, lifting the hems of their gowns, pinkies extended, as they trotted daintily about.
I didn't have to wear my usual colonial garb--hooray! It's HOT there in summertime.
Also, I was glad for the denim that protected my "seat".
Bitten for the first time by a particular inhabitant of the farm, I now know the true meaning of getting "goosed". *ahem*
All in all it was an enjoyable week with the littles and my talented co-workers, who taught paper-making, working a cider press, animal care, and other cool stuff.
Besides the noodles, we made butter, gingerbread, corn cake, ginger beer, pickles, and ice cream colonial style.
Next post I will have some more pictures with recipes. Because I know you're all dying to eat homemade noodles and wash them down with ginger beer. Right?