Kun mietin tuota ylä-asteaikaista kotitalouskoetta uskallan veikata, ettei ehkä kovin moni ole munannut niin täydellisen sulavasti, kuin minä silloin munasin - kirjaimellisesti, munasin. Tämä oli siis kotitalouden käytännön koe, joka ei mennyt ihan putkeen...
Jännitin koetta paljon, sillä minulla ei tuolloin ollut juurikaan kokemusta leipomisesta tai ruoanlaitosta. Tehtävää en tarkemmin muista, mutta sen muistan, että ensin nostin pöydälle valmiiksi lasisen sokeri purnukan ja kaksi kananmunaa, jonka jälkeen lähdin hakemaan huoneen toiselta puolen jauhoja. Tullessani takaisin, olivat kananmunat vierähtäneet lattialle. En niitä jännitykseltäni ja kiireeltäni tietenkään huomannut (sillä aikaa oli vähän), vaan astuin niiden päälle ja liukastuin, huitaisin samalla lasisen sokeri purnukan ja näyttävässä kaaressa tömähdin lattialle pirstaleiksi menneen sokeri purkin säestämänä. Siinä sitten istuin sokerin, lasinsirujen ja kanamunan sekaisessa liejussa itsekin hämilläni ja tuijotin sanattomana opettajan ällistyneitä kasvoja.
Opettaja tuli onneksi apuun sotkuni siivoamisessa samalla kun minä mielessäni totesin tehneeni varmasti historiaa kotitalouden tunnilla - koko maailmassa ikinä koskaan. Urheasti kuitenkin jatkoin työskentelyäni - tai no, sähläämistäni - ja upotin käteni taikinaan. Huomasinpa sitten, että sormiini oli tullut lasinsiruista haavoja, joista tihkui verta. Tuijotin paniikissa taikinaa ja sitten kelloa. Ei hemmetti! Nyt on kiire! Taikina oli ainut tekele jonka olin tähän mennessä saanut aikaan (sillä minun olisi pitänyt tehdä muutakin), joten minun oli pakko käyttää se. Muuten kokeestani tulisi hylätty.
Lopputulosta en muista enkä kokeen arvosanaa, mutta sen nöyryytyksen, huvituksen ja kauhunsekaisen paineen tunteen minä muistan ikuisesti...
Tämä ei ole ainut moka kotitalouden tunnilla, sillä laitoinhan minä kerran teeleipiin suolaa kokonaisen desin teelusikallisen sijasta. Tunnin lopuksi meillä oli aina tapana syödä aina kaikki mitä olimme tehneet, ja muistan, kun joku luokkalaisista kysyi iljetystä äänessään: "kuka nämä teeleivät on tehnyt?" Haha.
Silloin olin varma, etten koskaan tulisi pitämään leipomisesta tai ruoanlaitosta, mutta leipomisesta tuli sitten kuitenkin yksi intohimoistani. Ja tiedän mikä on dl ja tl... :).
When I think about the day in cooking and baking class in junior high school I dare to bet, that there can´t be many who has screwed up so badly as I did on that day. This was the test where I was supposed to bake, well that didn´t went as good as I´d hoped...
I was very nervous, cause in those days I had barely any experience of cooking and baking. I don´t remember what I was supposed to do, but I remember that I took sugarbowl first wich was made of glass and two eggs and I put those on the table. Then I went to get some flour, and when I came back, the eggs had rolled of the table down on the floor. I was so nervous and hasty (because of the short time limit we had), that I didn´t see them and I stepped on them and slipped. As I slipped, I swept the sugarbowl with me and I thumped on the floor in a very fashionable way, accompanied by the sugarbowl that smashed into pieces. There I was sitting in the sludge mixed with sugar, eggs and the shard of glass, staring speechless at the teacher´s awestruck face.
Luckily the teacher came to help me to clean the mess I made and I stated in my mind, that I surely did history in cooking and baking class in the whole world, ever. Relentlessly I continued my baking - or hazzling - and I put my hands in the batter. Then I realised, that my fingers had cuts from the broken bowl and they dripped blood. In panic I watched the batter and then clock and thought: "Oh shit! Now I need to hurry!" The batter was the only thing I had done (and there were more that I should´ve done), so I had to use it. Otherwise I would fail the test.
I don´t remember the end result of my baking or the grade of it, but the feeling of humiliation, amusement and horror I will always remember.
This is not the only blunder during those classes. I was making teacakes, where I put salt a whole decilitre, when it should´ve been one teaspoon. At the end of the class we used to eat what we had made and one guy asked with a grin on his face: "who made these teacakes?" Haha.
In that time I was sure, that I would never like baking or cooking, but the baking is one of my passions now. And I now know the diference between a decilitre and teaspoon... :)
Luckily the teacher came to help me to clean the mess I made and I stated in my mind, that I surely did history in cooking and baking class in the whole world, ever. Relentlessly I continued my baking - or hazzling - and I put my hands in the batter. Then I realised, that my fingers had cuts from the broken bowl and they dripped blood. In panic I watched the batter and then clock and thought: "Oh shit! Now I need to hurry!" The batter was the only thing I had done (and there were more that I should´ve done), so I had to use it. Otherwise I would fail the test.
I don´t remember the end result of my baking or the grade of it, but the feeling of humiliation, amusement and horror I will always remember.
This is not the only blunder during those classes. I was making teacakes, where I put salt a whole decilitre, when it should´ve been one teaspoon. At the end of the class we used to eat what we had made and one guy asked with a grin on his face: "who made these teacakes?" Haha.
In that time I was sure, that I would never like baking or cooking, but the baking is one of my passions now. And I now know the diference between a decilitre and teaspoon... :)
