It was Ms. Berryhill's way of venting frustration at her Home Ecomics class.
"People" was her word to stress her level of exasperation. The more exasperated she was with her class, the more she would stretch out the word.Ms. Berryhill was MY home economics teacher when I was in the seventh and eighth grades. She was a lady who would looked like a combination of Mrs. Claus and the Pillsbury Dough boy. She was very old fashioned and looked like anyone's grandmother. She had white hair that glistened on her head. She was very maticulous and very scructured.
And me.....I was the worst sew-er in the class. Which is why I will visit you in blog land and be in awe of the creations you will whip up. I can sew a button, And that's about it.
The first asignment in home ec class was to sew a skirt. I picked a fluffy "prarie" skirt with many pieces as my first project. Just like I am today, I have wonderful thoughts and intentions, but the actual process ended up being more than I bargained for. Somehow, someway I eventually got through and finished my skirt. And even wore it to school without being sneekered at.
Then came assignment number 2. An apron. Which in comparision with my prarie skirt should have been a breeze. But alas, once again I wanted to get fancy and chose a pattern with ruffles and ridiculous stitching and bias cuts...things I cannot even recall now, but I do know it became impossible for me to complete.
So much so, that my entire class had completed their aprons and moved into the other classroom next door, the one with a kitchen. As I sat alone at my machine, listening to it hum, and stop. Stop and hum. I would become distracted by the smells of cookies baking next door.
Cookies I was missing.
Because I was sewing.
But the day finally came, when I could join the young chefs in the kitchen. And I can honestly tell you I am a MUCH better cook than I am a seamstress. MUCH better!
My daughter, Sister Sledge is now in her own Home Economics class.
Her teacher is not Mrs. Berryhill. Her teacher is Ms. Bailey. Sister Sledge really likes her.
She hasn't had to "sew for her supper".
She has started in the kitchen. And has throughly enjoyed learning new recipes.
So much, in fact that much to my surprise I awoke early Saturday morning to the smell of breakfast cooking.
I thought for a moment I was dreaming. And then I jumped out of bed, wondering if my house was burning down and met my daughter halfway down the hallway.
"Breakfast is ready. I made french toast and I am in the process of making homemade biscuits." Sister Sledge announced.
I looked back at her as if she were sleep walking.
And then I followed her back into the kitchen.
Isn't her French Toast beautiful?
Izzz sooo proud!
Sister Sledge even thought outside the box and used colored sugar on her french toast for "visual appeal".
Here she is checking on her biscuits:
She ended up running out of time and couldn't roll her biscuits because we had to get to wrestling. So she made "drop biscuits".
I am really liking this.
I am keeping her on staff.
Because Peeeee-Pullllllll, I never thought anything wrong with having more than one chef in the kitchen.
I just hope she can make Homemade Lasagne!
(Sister Sledge will be sharing her recipes for French Toast and Easy Homemade Biscuits later this week on Plates and Places)
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