If you’re from a rural area, you likely know about the club called 4-H. It’s a great program for school aged children, centered on character, stewardship and responsibility. Much of it is skill building – cake decorating, sewing, cooking, leatherwork, sugar beets, wood working (these are all the ones I took when I was in it in short stint in the program years ago). There is also a heavy animal focus – showing of market animals and a very popular dairy program in the Bowman area, where we get our milk.
Are my boys in 4-H? Well, no. In full disclosure, my hubby told me “You can kiss your 4-H dreams good bye” on one occasion, after overhearing me talk with one of my sisters about it for the third time in the same week. So, what can I say to that? Hmmm.
Two of my four sisters have kiddos in the program and one is the leader of the cooking group. If you know me at all, I’m FULL of ideas. Some practical and some spendy (Duarte Kitchen Remodel), but all full of enthusiasm. As a little background side story – Last year for our family Christmas gathering, I had the kiddos build gingerbread houses. I really wanted to judge them, but Vance talked me out of it saying I would probably end up making the kids cry. What?! Me????. Anyhow, fast forward to this year where above mentioned sister told me she wanted to do a Gingerbread house making event for her 4-H cooking group. Right on!!! We brainstormed and she was all set for Sunday’s meeting.
She also needed a little management support as word has clearly gotten out at how awesome she is and her group went from 4 last year to 15 this year. Oy vey! Another fun fact is that I will most definitely help if asked and my schedule allows. Plus, gingerbread houses?! Bring on the candy! Today was the day and there was a great turnout. 12 houses (13 if you count the 2yr old who had a two adult assist), one mixer in the trash, two stand in mixers rushed in midway through prep – one of which may not make another batch of anything after the royal icing beating it took today, and an overall well organized and orchestrated event.
I stayed in the kitchen for most of it, dubbed the “frosting slave”, pumping out the royal icing and keeping the after event clean-up to a minimum, by ongoing dish washing and tidying. One of my sister’s SILs also came in for an assist and one of her besties is in the cooking group, so we were well manned.
And some of the houses: