I am one of those grandparents caring a lot for my grandchildren, especially now that I am retired and have the time to "run around a bit". Ok, I admit, running is a big word and my children are doing great raising my grandchildren.

Just that I needed to make a special interference and take my grandson’s teacher out for lunch…

History repeats itself

When I was a child, my teacher asked me: give me a name of some rare food. Since I am the descendant of a poor but resourceful family, my answer was "muskrat".

All I remember then was getting a beating which now will fall under child abuse. All I could think of: should I rather have said cat or pigeon or squirrel?

Anyway, I couldn’t be bothered if my teacher was too stupid that in many restaurants muskrat is served as water rabbit.

But I did get bothered when history repeated itself.

My grandson got a big punishment when the teacher asked him: give me a name of some rare food. His answer was "beersoup".

You would expect a teacher to know more about food, but it seems in the Burger King and McDonalds age, teachers don’t have a clue what their ancestors have been eating.

Being a fanatic wine and beer consumer myself, I do treat my grandchildren on a delicacy called "beersoup".

Not the normal cheesy beer soup you would eat before dinner, but a sweet and creamy dessert or tea time treat beer soup with peaches, cream, eggs and cooked beer.

Yes, once the beer is cooked, it doesn’t contain any alcohol and is safe for kids. Of course this knowledge I am not going to tell to my grandson… yet

Changing the course of history

I started to make some beersoup and brought it over at lunchtime to that silly idiot that calls himself a teacher. It’s quite easy: just make a "sweet cream-sauce" using, beer, cream, eggs and sugar and poor it over your peaches. I first caramelise my peaches in a sugar-beer mixture.

Back to our teacher: did he love my beersoup and … was he embarrassed that after finishing it when I told him that this was called "beersoup", the same beersoup my grandson got punished for.

I mean, what does a teacher really expect you to answer when they ask you to give a name of some rare food?

Anyway, as a grandparent caring for my grandchildren, that was the least I could do, and should have done 40 years ago… yet those days catching water rabbit was rare… .

Now being retired I have the money and the time to educate teachers…