Iron Chef Brownie

So last weekend Amelia and her father went on the Girl Scout camping trip for the Iron Chef Brownie weekend. Iron Chef Brownie is an event for the area Brownie troops where the girls get to learn a bit about cooking over campfires.

Amelia had a good time, but got really hungry because she just won't eat real food. And the mixed pasta with Velveeta and peas and hot dog pieces just wasn't her cup of tea. Neither was the Peach French Toast made in a dutch oven. And she even passed on the tin foil cooking even though she made a packet for herself.

Norm managed to get a small amount of food (plain pasta) into her on the trip so she wasn't quite desperate. Frankly, love her as I do, a little desperation would have gone far to push her into trying some new foods. Our current limited menu is becoming a real problem.

And why was I at home for the event? Well, Norm is our troop's certified camper so he had to go. Amelia was signed up. But there were enough Moms, so I wasn't needed. (Frankly, I should have been there as another First Aid person. Never can have too many of those.) In fact they didn't want extra Moms on the trip. So I wasn't invited. I stayed home and cleaned the house instead.

The girls had a wonderful time even with a few food woes. And somehow, in literally one day and one overnight, they managed to have socks that took on a life of their own. They reeked so much that I made the dirty laundry from the trip stay on the porch until I could empty the washer and wash them. Eeewwww.