Ever cooked with a bunch of children in Little-Red-Riding-Hood-esque costumes? Neither had I, but I'll be doing it once a month from here on in. It was a slightly bizarre experience. With the seven year olds, we made what I was told was Korean pizza, though it was more like some sort of tasteless Korean fried cookie covered in flowers. Yes, flowers. Weirdness. Then the two classes of six year olds made scrambled eggs and, man, were they excited about it. If I hadn't ended up feeling rather ill after, I'd have invited them all over to make me breakfast in bed on a daily basis.