Cooking Class

Yesterday, my ten year old son, Bubba, made his first cake. He also learned how to barbecue. Yours truly was the teacher.

I supervised as he measured and mixed the ingredients. The only thing I had to help with, was taking the cake out of the oven. He was so proud of that thing. His first cake - for his dad on Father's Day.

After the cake making class, it was time to go outside for the manly grilling lesson. I fired up the grill and waited for it to heat up.

"Dude," I said. "This is pretty hot stuff, so I'm going to do the flipping. You just watch to see how it's done."

When it was ready, I tossed the burgers on. Huge flames shot up every time one went on the grill.

"Mama, are you sure you know what you're doing?"

I nodded. "Of course. I've grilled plenty of times before."

He looked skeptical.

When it was time to flip the burgers, he was worried. "Should I get the fire extinguisher?"

"Nah," I said. "It'll be fine."

I opened the lid and flipped each of the burgers. You should've seen the flames coming out of that thing! That's when I noticed all the settings were on high. It was like 600 degrees Fahrenheit in there. I turned it down just a little.

"Looking good, Bubba," I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yep." I took the burgers off the grill and shut it down.

We went inside to eat. Bubba tasted one. "This is delicious! Mama, you're pretty good at playing with fire!"