Cooking Class á la Moi

Tuesday nights. On Tuesday nights we typically have a little gathering at Café Perica that consists of coffee, some sort of pastry, a good dose of laughter, shared experiences, and the best part of all, spending time with God and getting to know Him better through his word. There are usually just a few of us. It rains most of the time, dissuading some from being able to come due to landslides and such. Last night I was getting supper ready to take early to the cafe so that we could eat before the gathering. I prayed that God would bless our time and that whether anyone came or not, we would have a good time and that He would be glorified. I arrived at the café only to learn that Jason had been trying to get through to me (we are having phone issues. Pffffff) to let me know that no one was going to be able to come. One of the local boys was there just hanging out and we asked him if he wanted to try some of what I had made. He said sure, took a few bites of the Honduran baleadas I had made and promptly asked me how I had made them. That is not a typical question for a kid from around these parts. Most would just say if they liked it or not and be done with it. I told him how I'd made them and noticed that he seemed to be memorizing the ingredients I was listing off. He said, "Jason says you are like a chef." (God bless you Jason, XOXOX) I scoffed at the notion and said, "I just like to cook." Jason then informed me that Dolla (it's his nickname and for the life of me I can't remember what his real name is) wanted to study to be a professional chef. This kid is probably 11 or 12 years old and that kind of vocational resolve is rare around these parts, especially in a kid. My eyes lit up as my brain turned on with a bright idea. I was going to be making brownies that night to sell the next day at the café and asked Dolla if he wanted to come over and learn how to make them. I made him shake my hand and promise that he would not share the "secret" recipe (that I found online) with anyone. He said, "Not even a couple of people?" No Dolla, not even a couple. I told him that he could make them for anyone he wanted to make them for, but just not to spread the recipe around town. Haha! Gotta keep the business going, you know. And our customers love our brownies.
Anyways, I led my first cooking class and had so much fun doing it. Dolla meticulously wrote down all of the instructions and played with Jason and Luka while we waited for the cocoa yumminess to to rise to perfection. I wrote John 3:16 at the bottom of his recipe in hopes that he would begin to gather glimpses of His Creator.

So nobody came to our little gathering, but come to think of it, God answered my prayer in His own unique way. We had a good time and He was glorified.

A handmade homemade Baleada. Oh my taste buds...

Luka helped...licking any chocolate he possibly could.
And let's linger on the position of his fingers, shall we? They reach over that counter now. Scary predicament.

The "Chefs"

Oh yummm.



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