Last summer the kids and I did a unit study on Greece. This summer we're doing the middle ages. We spent one week on history, another on whittling, spinnging, and illuminations, another on feudalism, another on clothes, and one on knights. (One of my sisters asked why we're always making swords and I told her that the Greeks had shields, the Romans had shields, the knights had shields, and Captain America had a shield.) This week, we did food.

I sent off an email to the parents the day before instruction them to not pack their kids lunch. (I have the kids from 10 to 2:30, and I didn't want to be responsible for lunch with kids being so picky and allergy ridden and all.) Instead, we were going to make food as part of the class, and the kids would get to eat the results.

I wish that I had taken pictures.

We made soup.

The kids washed and chopped up carrots, scallions, celery, radishes, fennel, and cabbage. One of the older boys took charge of the seasoning and added ginger, salt, pepper, and mustard. The soup was edible. Actually, it was tasty. It wasn't too spicy. (Well, actually it was kind of bland and soggy like my stereotype of British food, but it wasn't bad.) I made all the kids try it, and a couple of them actually ate it.

We made bread.

The kids learned about yeast breads, non yeast breads, and how to feed yeast. We mixed some dough together and they each kneeded a chunk. We talked about trenchers and bowls and stuff like that.

We made oatmeal.

I used minimally processed oatmeal that takes five minutes to cook. They all liked it. I only allowed them molasses and honey for seasoning.

What would I change?

I'm now wondering why I washed two sinks full of dishes when there were seven perfectly healthy kids in attendance today. I mean, that would totally fall within the education thing, right? Wish I would have thought of it.

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