As I mentioned before, last weekend I had a cooking class for English camp. Instead of making pasta, I decided to make no bake cookies (to reduce the casualties).
So, on Thursday my boss and I went shopping for supplies. These cookies take pretty basic ingredients; butter, milk, cocoa power, peanut butter, sugar, a pinch of salt, vanilla extract and oats. Simple right? Wrong. How many and which of these ingredients do you think are unavailable in Korean grocery stores? If you guessed vanilla extract and oats, you’re right! Apparently the only places in Korea (near Seoul) to get these two items is in Itaewon at the foreign market or on an army base. Since we didn’t have 4 hours to go get these two things, I settled on corn flakes and completely abandoned the vanilla.
So, that was done. We had our ingredients. Good. The rest was easy. I would use the cooking classroom to heat and mix these things and then I’d throw them in the classroom fridge to cool/solidify. Everyone knew the plan.
On Saturday, I got to the cooking classroom and started looking for my instruments. I couldn’t find any. The cooking classroom only has 2 pots of reasonable size. Since the students were divided in 3 groups, we ended up using 2 pots and a mixing bowl. Then, I started looking for measuring cups, you know, to measure things since we were baking. Apparently we don’t have any of those. Or any sort of measuring instrument, for that matter. I ended up using paper cups to measure stuff. Our proportions were way off. It’s embarrassing to think about it.
So I’ve got all my “instruments” rounded up. I check the fridge. It’s not cold. Amazing. I tell my boss the fridge isn’t cold to which he replies “Why?”. I just shook my head at this point and told him I had no idea. Probably because it wasn’t plugged. We ended up using my English classroom as a fridge since the air conditionning had been running for a few hours and it was fairly cold.
Anyway, once the kids came, we did the cooking, it worked ok. I’m not a fan of chocolate, and we had huge amounts of cocoa in there, so I didn’t really feel tempted to try. According to some of the students, it was good. I’m not too sure about that. My co-teacher said it was pretty bitter. I don’t doubt that.
So that was my cooking class experience. It wasn’t too bad, I just wish they had cooking instruments available so we could have made something really delicious.
Oh, and I like the idea that when I went from pasta to cookies, it was met with a bit of resistance. Could you imagine if I had to cook pasta? Just thinking about it stresses me out.