Ireland and My Potions (or poisons) Class

You know where I wanna go? I want to go to Ireland. It's so beautiful to me. I love the culture of the people, I love the accents, I love the music (especially Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphys), and I love the scenery of the hills and walls and roads and castles. It's just amazing. So, what would I do in Ireland? Drink beer? No. In fact, you'd be quite surprised.

First, I would buy a sled. A good, sturdy sled prepared for many a rough and wild adventure. Then, I would take that sled and find one heck of an awesome hill. Guess what happens next? That's right, I'm gonna shout to the world "WATCH THIS BAD BOY GO!" and then sled down that monster of a hill. Next, I'm going to a bar. Wait. Not for beer. I'll be ordering a soda, thanks. What I *will* be doing is people watch. I love people watching. Yes, I am a registered creeper, thanks for asking. Lastly (that I can think of), I'll be taking a train to the nearest ancient, crumbling castle with whoever my companion is (you thought I was doing this alone? And I already have a companion in mind, so he had better come and do this!) . There, I want to have a ghost-story-athon and stay at that castle ALL NIGHT LONG.

Fun, isn't it?

So, I'm in this class called "Contemporary Living" which must be German for "Let's Find Creative Ways to Poison Your Friends". Basically, in this class, you cook, cook, cook, occasionally sew, cook, cook, hold a flour sack acting as a baby for A WEEK, and cook. What do we cook, you ask?

POISON.

Let's look at the menu I've had the horror of watching unravel.

1. Deviled Eggs. I am not a fan of deviled eggs, but I have held a respect for them because they were made either by aliens, or seriously Satan, which I do not want to mess with by insulting his eggs. Anyways, we "made" deviled eggs. It's a concoction of hard boiled egg yolk, mayonnaise, and mustard. You would think that would be slightly solidified? Nope. IT WAS THE CONSISTENCY OF WATER. This is why I hid behind a refrigerator while people ate it.
2. We made French Toast. Simplest thing ever, oui? No. No, my French Toast was as yellow as Spongebob Squarepants. Let me just tell you--French Toast is supposed to be brown. Oh, yeah, and not squirt out egg juice on your plate. Just so ya know.
3. Cake and Frosting. Cake--good. Frosting? Looked and tasted like glue. I was tempted to do arts and crafts with this stuff.

Tomorrow we're making chicken enchiladas. God save us all.