Yeah. So I didn't take any pictures. Cooking Camp made for an interesting week. Our non-cooking Camp Director set the theme for the week (a different type of cooking each day: stove, crock pot, solar oven, microwave and oven) and abandoned us to go on vacation. Of all things. We cooked in the faculty lounge of our school, and let me offer this tidbit of advice: don't assume that just because there is a stove, oven, refrigerator and microwave in the faculty lounge there are also pots and pans and knives and vegetable peelers and spoons. Don't assume.

On the first day we were meant to do the stove top cooking. First days are hard and chaotic anyway, and I thought this would be a good way to ease us in. Stove top meant steamed veggies, spaghetti, and good lord, I can't even remember what else. Oh, did I mention that Callum developed pink eye over the weekend and couldn't even go to camp on Monday? Yeah, that too. Anyway. Spaghetti and steamed veggies...seems simple enough, right? When I get to the kitchen there is one sauce pan, and two knives. No cutting board, no colander, no veggie peeler...not much of anything. And none of the kids brought snacks, I guess since we'd be cooking them and all (the snacks, not the kids). I ended up cooking three boxes of spaghetti, one box at a time (my lone saucepan was very small) and pulling the cooked noodles out with a ladle. I steamed green beans in a roasting pan. I put a little water in the bottom and steamed them on a burner. Had to clear that out pretty sharpish because we needed something to cook the pasta sauce in.

It worked, but every single day was more of the same. Trying to figure out what the hell to do with no supplies while a large group of six to twelve year olds said, "Can I cut that? Do I get a turn?" and "But I don't like macaroni and cheese." over and over again.

I'm beat. My in laws came in for a night on Friday night. They were due in at eight, and Callum and I were at the grocery store getting some stuff to make an easy dinner when they called at five saying they were out in front of my house. "Where are you?" So I came home, sat for three minutes and...wait for it...started cooking dinner!

Yeah, I'm beat. And my dad is here. Give me a bit to pull myself together.