We liked our homemaking teachers in junior high school because they were wonderful hostesses and they took chemistry in order to get their credentials.
Our first project was to make cinnamon toast. The staples were, of course, bought in bulk and when I went to get the sugar, everything was in large canisters and I chose the salt instead. We put some butter on the bread and sprinkled what we thought was sugar on top and put it all in the oven. When we took a bite and realized our mistake, we were terribly disappointed but didn’t say a word to Mrs. Cobb as she came around to taste the toast. I guess adults would call it a conspiracy of silence, but to young girls who still believed in miracles, I think we had our fingers crossed behind us, hoping that the salt would turn into sugar. Mrs. Cobb was really mad, but she didn’t explode or anything like that. She just gave each of us a D for the our project. We also chose the wrong can of cloves for ambrosia. The recipe called for ground cloves but we used whole cloves and one of the visitors got a clove stuck between her teeth.
DP 7/9/1996