Colander. Cylinder. BASICALLY the same.

Yesterday, I attended “University cook club”.  This is my school’s attempt to help us prepare ‘healthy and nutritious’ food at university. Nice try, guys.

So far we have made leek and potato soup, so I am now ready to cook one meal at university. I will cook it CONSTANTLY. My leek and potato soup was, of course, far superior to a certain friend of mine’s, which turned out an attractive bright yellow/green colour because of the dead chicken stock cube he used. It’s just the chicken’s way of having revenge. The vegetables in my vegetable stock cube were kind to my soup.

I have to say, in the 3 years since I last did food technology, my basic knowledge of kitchen equipment has not progressed. Yesterday for example, I proudly found the dish cloth, only to be told it was a tea towel. And to add insult to injury, you actually dried with it. Ah, I fondly remember running around those very same classrooms frantically searching for the ‘sharp thing’ or ‘the thing with holes in’.  A colander ! That’s what it is. I’ve always got that mixed up with a cylinder.

Despite the distress it caused, good things have come out of food tech. Mainly chocolate based foods.  But also my friendship with Jasmine. Yes, the humble food tech classroom was our meeting place. I remember it like it was yesterday. I walked in, first Y7 lesson, confused and lonely. Sitting on her own at a table was Jasmine, “Do you want to sit here?” she asked, trying to dispel the impression she was giving off that she had no friends. I eagerly agreed, hoping it would do the same thing for me. And that’s why we’re friends today.

Heart warming.

Vicky x