"But look what happened to the cook!"

On Monday morning I'll be heading up to Girls Camp.  For those unfamiliar with this it's a week long trip in the wilderness for teenage Mormon girls.  It mostly consists of lots of hugging and crying and laughing and pranks and eating junk food and staying up way too late and not shaving your legs.  Which, apart from the whole teenage thing, pretty much sums up my life.  I even have the World's Largest Zit on my forehead so I'm going to fit right in. 

Some women will tell you of their experiences at girls camp of sleeping in tents and cooking their own food over fires they started themselves with flint and tinder and peeing behind shrubbery.  Which is so rustic and charming.  But not how things are done around these parts.  Groups out here go to camps with cabins and kitchens and indoor plumbing.  Which is exactly how I like to rough it. 

I'm going up as one of the cooks and I'm kind of excited about it.  I embroidered my name on an apron along with a cupcake.  Because my cuteness knows no bounds.

I'm also bringing up this one because I feel that a proper hostess apron is essential in the wilderness.  And it's cute.  Check out the fabric. 

I really classed that picture up with the bra hanging on the door, didn't I.

I got a food handler's card by correctly answering the following question: 

If you have symptoms such as vomiting or diarrhea what should you do:

a.) tell your supervisor and go home;

b.) stay in the kitchen away from customers;

c.) continue handling the food, just don't breathe on it;

d.) lick all the food.

This is the photo I used for my food handler's badge.  

I don't think that I actually needed to print out the badge but I couldn't pass up the chance to put a picture like that on an official document.  Just in case I have to go on the lam for licking food when ill, I don't want the police to recognize me.