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[See chapter 1 for the disclaimer]
12/09/2020
So...today was fun. I had my first cooking session today. Beakley brought me them after I mentioned [in what I'm assuming was a fit of insanity] that I would like to learn how to cook. I think that was when I realised that it was either Beakley or Donald doing the cooking. "I could do that." I said, with a mouthful of delicious food that they had cooked. "If, you know, I could actually cook."
If I had KNOWN that Beakley would store that up and use it against me at a later date I'd have taped my own beak shut.
The cooking lessons were at Duckberg's restaurant being held by an pig [not an insult. A literal pig] who's name was 'Georgina May'. Which a name that will forever be embedded in my memory cause it was EVERYWHERE. I walked into the restaurant and there was a sign that said. 'Welcome to cooking with Georgina May. Beginner to Brilliant in ten weeks!'
I was shown through to the restaurant where we would be cooking. There was a banner with the same sentence as the sign on it, complete with smiley face at the end. [Smiley faces definitely were not a 'thing' when I left for the moon.'] Then, to top it of, Georgina May herself has a sign pinned to her breast with her own name on it. I will admit, I don't get this. When you introduce yourself that should be it. You shouldn't need to do it again. This HAS led to some mishaps over the years, I'll admit. I was once asked out by this cute lifeguard. I gave him my name, then he struggled to remember it, so I ditched him. Donald thought I was mad and spent about two hours going through all the reasons WHY I was mad to turn him down. When I pointed out the name thing, my twin said, exasperatedly. "Della, you only gave him your name ONCE! And it was in the middle of a busy beach!"
Anyway, back to the cooking.
We were tasked with making fairy cakes. This being Miss May's idea of 'basic'. I personally think we should have started with frying eggs, but never mind. There were a couple of 'young adults' as I believe the term is now, who spent the entire lesson giggling and at one point threw flour at one another. Miss May was over there like a shot and told them if they wanted to behave like that they could get lost.
Maybe I should introduce her to Aunt Beakley sometime? I'm sure they'd get on like a house on fire.
Now. As I've mentioned before cooking is NOT my strong suit. The main reason for this is because I don't like it. That and I like adding things to the recipe. I don't mean like, adding more eggs than necessary, I mean adding like chilli to a plain chicken stir fry. That kind of experimenting. Making bland fairy cakes is not up my street.
I did it though. I laughed and joked throughout the whole thing. There was a guy on the...what do you call it? Oven? Worktop? Next to me. He was quite good looking, in his own way, but not my type. I think I was his though going off the way he was looking at me. He spent the whole time trying to prove he knew what he was doing and that he didn't actually need to be there. He kept winking at me and telling me jokes, which was quite nice. It took me a while to realise I was being flirted with though. It wasn't until the girl on the worktop on the other side of me said. "He likes you, doesn't he?" That I even realised he was flirting with me and not just having a stroke.
"Oh, does he?" I said, out loud in front off about twenty people.
He went off me after that.
To be fair, I am generally useless at this type of thing. Donald says it's because I'm so focused on adventure and life in general I don't have time for romance. The only reason I got with James is because he realised this, skipped the flirting all together and just asked me out. Much more practical.
I obviously made a real impression on Miss May though. She asked me not to come back. Apparently I was 'disrupting the class'. That and she wasn't impressed with the fact I kept asking if we could add stuff to the recipe ["So when we're making these ourselves, can we add anything we like? How about chilli? Lavender? Jasmine?"]
I'm not to cut up about it. Beakley's annoyed though. She thinks I should have stuck it out for another lesson. I re-iterated that I had been KICKED OUT of the class and couldn't.
"Yes." Beakley said, with just a touch of bitterness. "Once AGAIN, Della, you're kicked out of another class." And she flounced off.
...She does have a point. I've been kicked out of everything. High School being the main one.
I need to try better. Beakley's right. I can't keep acting like a teenager.
Ooh! Idea! Next week I'll take the kids somewhere nice and we'll have a motherly bonding day! Yes - great idea!