If you asked me last Sunday, I would have told you I was hot stuff when it came to the kitchen. Despite my claims that they only thing I knew how to make were reservations (ba dump bump!), I felt I could hang with the best in the kitchen. A friend and I considered applying for Hell’s Kitchen or Master Chef although I would probably be kicked off of both shows because I was too busy salivating over Gordan Ramsay.
The last week of scheduled activities for Bubbles! and the Boy of Philly Spells makes me a little hesitant as I approached last night’s meal of Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo. How could I possibly create a decent, edible meal when he had spent the week eating food that was made by Christina Pirello* of Christina Cooks?
For part of the summer, they have attended a writing workshop at the Spells Writing Lab.
I wasn’t feeling this camp AT ALL. First, I was ready to strangle Sleeping Beauty for suggesting we take the kids to camp in North Philly. My driving comfort level is Greater Delco and open highways. My intense dislike for Philadelphia added to my hesitation. Then their was the hippy factor…normally these off beat camps are touchy feely experiences that the Mister and I clown on.
As usual, the Boy was the catalyst for attending, telling me on day three of vacation that he was bored and needed something to do. Not wanting to hear THAT tired refrain, I piled him and Bubbles! in the car and after getting horribly lost, dropped their butts at camp.
What an experience! This summer they created their own graphic novels after working with Jimmy Gownley, author of The Amelia Rules series; made a podcast about sports; and now spent time with Christina. I think I liked camp more than they did.
As I cooked dinner last night, The Boy watched me and told me that Miss Christina told them to be careful when adding water to cooking. You don’t want to cause a fire, he said authoritatively. I chopped some cucumbers for salad that my neighbor managed to save from the squirrels and he asked if he could do it since Miss Christina had showed him how. This was a kid who only wanted green in his pocket, not on his plate. When I picked the kids up, I watched in amazement as he ate a salad made of carrots, raw cabbage, onions, and garlic. If I had made this at home, he would have made himself retch and claimed he wasn’t hungry. This week he’s eaten (and liked) tofu, oatmeal with strawberries, and chocolate covered pretzels, just to name a few of the treats.
As for the staff…the nicest bunch of non hippy people you’d ever want to meet! There was George, who attends university (Now the Boy wants to attend, also), rides a skateboard, and played football. Skateboard, yes, football, no.
Miss Karen who has VOLUNTEERED as in not paid, as in I could have been at the shore, her time to lead the camp.
To add to my love of this camp, the Boy was able to fulfill many of his Cub Scout requirements by the activities he completed and I made a new friend who was able to direct me to a site where I can
beg apply for money for a writing program here in Upper Darby
I know by publishing this post, I am letting all 10 of my readers (I’m a realist) know about this wonderful camp. As with any good news, it’s definitely worth sharing.
* I couldn’t help it, I was uncharacteristically shy around Christina, although she was so down to earth! She’s an EMMY winner, for Pete’s sake! She cooks on TV. Her red hair is natural!