Le Cordon Bleu?

Recently, Sam asked me to take him to a cooking class. Not one to deny my child much of anything, I happily obliged. I placed a call at Le Cordon Bleu and although they have yet to return my call, I proceeded to enroll him in culinary course at the next best place:




The class was a lot of fun and very entertaining. It was mostly entertaining because Sam would not stop talking and tattle-taled on me during the entire two hour course. Truly, it was spectacular. I mean, did they really need to know that we stick our fingers in the cinnamon sugar to make sure it tastes good? Or did he have to mention that we like the batter as well? Geez. All I know is Sam can't keep a secret (and I'm ok with that).

Below is a condensed version of the class:







By the end of the session, he and his fellow cooks had made ebelskiver (dutch pancakes), omlettes, blueberry pancakes, and cinnamon waffles. ALL of it was scrumptious. I know this because I was nominated as taste tester- a bonus for the Mother-of-the-Summer that I am.

As an added bonus to the food "bonus", I granted Williams Sonoma a "bonus" by purchasing an ebelskiver pan and the little wood utensils you need to turn them over in the pan. Apparently, Williams Sonoma knows that I am a sucker for things that allow me to cook with my child. They are branding geniuses.