The two of us were assigned to the bread and butter station, where we hosted short bread baking/butter making workshops to small gaggles of chattering children. We helped the kids make tiny fist-sized loaves of bread from scratch, and we baked them in the FLP's solar oven. Kurt taught them how to make butter by shaking the daylights out of mason jars filled with cream. All the while, we explained the glorious wonders of yeast, gluten, and carbon dioxide. Science.
The kids seemed pretty stoked. I heard them say the funniest things.
While one little girl spread butter on her bread, she exclaimed, "This is too much fun!"
As I explained the purpose of yeast in baking, an inquisitive little boy mistook the word "yeast" for "beast". "My brother calls me a beast." ::furrows brow:: "Why does he say that? Am I a beast?"
A six-year-old whizzed by me screaming, "We're eating plants!!!!"
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I may have eaten a whole mess of fresh butter, plain and out of the jar, shamelessly with reckless abandon. I may have. You see, it's just that good. It's who-cares-how-bad-for-you good.
Shaking, shaking, shaking.