A few years ago, my kids and I did a 3 day summer “adventure” class together. Mondays we went to a local park, Wednesdays we went on a field trip and Fridays we went to a local beach. It was awesome.
On one of the “park” days, our teacher taught us how to make ice cream. She gave us the ingredients (cream, milk, sugar, salt, ice), materials (Ziploc bags), and instructions, and we were churning homemade ice cream in no time. It was such a blast, for both the kids AND adults. And the best part was…we got to eat ice cream. That we made. In a bag. At the park.
What’s the point of this story?.?.?