Week 13:

I was treated to my first cooking lesson this week. I think Mama would have put off beginning my training quite a bit longer, but I insisted and so she strapped me on and went to work creating a wonderous concotion she labeled "Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies." Rather fascinating work; we put a long list of ingredients together in a bowl, even breaking a few things along the way, and then we used a stirring piece of equipment called a "mixer" to blend it all into one cohesive glob. We divided this mass into small drops arranged on a metal sheet and placed the sheet inside a very hot compartment which Mama explained was an "oven" which would turn the wet, gooey drops into the desired cookies. Alas, this magical outcome did not quite come to fruition; it seems something went amiss and Mama was so disappointed with the result that she refused to even take them to the event for which they were intended. As she is generally capable of providing adequate meals for the rest of the family, I am sure I can still learn a good deal from her. I was certain my presence would augment her abilities; however, it's obvious if I intend to pursue a career in this line, I will have to additionally seek outside tutelage.