After making quesidillas and then pumpkin squares with the kids during my weekly Friday cooking sessions, I decided to make the plunge. I was going for it, baby.
We were making salads.
Yep. VEGETABLES. Not just boring leafy salads, but I set up a whole station so the kids could choose what they wanted. There was the standard salad fare of sweet peppers, tomatoes, mushrooms, etc. and then the exciting stuff like hard boiled eggs, ham, cheese, croutons, and more.
It was salad heaven. To me, anyway. Their reaction was more like,
"WHAT?! SALAD? Are you kidding me? I'm not making salad. I don't like salad. I don't like ANYTHING ON THAT TABLE. I am SO NOT eating salad."
Of course, it was peppered with a little more *cough* colorful language.
"You are not cooking next week if you blow off this week. And who knows? You might make something TOTALLY AWESOME next week." (truly, I have no idea what is totally awesome to them except maybe fast food or brownies)
Begrudgingly, they came. I tried to convince them that salads are fun and delicious with an already prepped chopped salad of my own, enticing them to use any or all of the ingredients they were presented with. Make that salad your own, kids. It's delicious! It's cleaning out the fridge time! Go for it!
"I know how to make a freaking salad. I don't even like salad. I never eat salad, " The complaining came to an abrupt stop while they looked over the bowls of produce on the counter. "Wait. You can put GRAPES in salad?"
I admit, I was going to go whole hog and introduce them to the concept of making their own dressing, but judging from their reluctance I thought it might send them into full on mutiny if I took away their beloved ranch. There was mess, and possibly some cursing but in the end, a bunch of them were crunching away on their salads and eating every last bite.
"Huh. I forgot salads were actually good."
I literally wanted to dance around the school kitchen and give Jamie Oliver a high five.