Not recently, but at school
we were told to make desserts in Home Economics. I bought my ingredients in and at the end of class proudly presented to the teacher my peanut biscuits.

She said 'They are very nice, but biscuits are not a dessert'.

I thougt they fucking are in my house. The posh bitch.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 14:23, 3 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

hahaha, they really aren't

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 14:25, Reply)

So I learnt..
Eventually.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 14:28, Reply)

You must have been to a common school if pudding was referred to as dessert.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 14:25, Reply)

Well, as I say, born in Basildon, so her poshness was relative.

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 14:27, Reply)

At Battered's school they prepared a cheese course in Cookery class

( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 14:33, Reply)

We were not taught to cook at school, the masters took the view there was no point, as we would all grow up with domestic staff to cook for us or we would eat at one of our clubs in Mayfair.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 14:37, Reply)

True story, I once made eggy-bread in home economics as we had to make breakfast. It was alright, I got a cutter and cut them into circles, poured on some mayple syrup and bananas, I didn't see a problem.
She threw it in the bin and failed me before even trying it, that was going to be my lunch. Apparently it wasn't enough work or it was too sweet or wahtever, I can't remember.

But the worst thing was, someone who made a bowl of cerial _didn't_ fail.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 14:47, Reply)

That actually made me feel sad on your behalf.

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 14:53, Reply)

She was a proper bully our HE teacher, so much so that when she made people cry (at least once every couple of lessons), nobody bullied them.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 15:51, Reply)