
About > Dionne Cordell

In eighth grade, my Family Consumer Science teacher, Mrs. Love, was gone for one week. Her replacement was horrible. I don’t remember his name, but he tried to teach us about cooking, despite his open confession that he never cooked himself and knew very little about the culinary world.
In celebration of his last day, a friend and I started a flour sugar fight during class. Blasting each other with flour and sugar was quite a rush in those pre-teen years. Within minutes the whole class was in on our flour sugar cooking fight and flour was everywhere— in kids’ hair, clothes, on the walls. It was so messy that one couldn’t even see across to the other side of the classroom; it was a complete white out. We ended up getting detention from the principal that day and had to clean up all the flour and sugar from the classroom. Mrs. Love was not so full of love upon her return.