Add tomatoes, onions, cheese, and a bunch of Girl Guides.
Factor in a newly fitted smoke alarm in the church hall, and decide to move the cooking competition into the carpark. Pray for good weather, remind the girls to bring coats, consider lighting options and decide that the darkness adds an extra dimension. Discover that Brownies with Sparklers are an extra complication.
And then enjoy Vesuvius
Mix and match for the picky eaters patrol
Enjoy the "better than my Dad's" tomato risotto ring.
and appreciate the optimism of the cunningly disguised carbonised sausages in the "pretend it's a pizza" entry.
Hand those same girls chocolate pudding, chocolate, chocolate biscuits. And watch as three patrols make a chocolate cheesecake style desert. And one group create this
Poo on a plate, with biscuits.
Much washing up - and one group not only washed and cleared their own stuff in record time, but then happily helped the others - now that's living the Promise! Only casualties the teatowels - I would love to know what it is about the snowy whiteness of a crisp clean teatowel which provokes the apparently irresistible urge to use it to polish greasy gas stoves, mop floors, clean mud off shoes, and finally wipe tables. Still, sharp knives and no cuts. Rationed cooking equipment and no fights. Rearranged patrols and no arguments. Raw meat and no food poisoning. And at least one girl planning to repeat the meal for her own family's dinner later in the week. Not bad!