I went to a chocolate factory!

My class was going on a trip to the Wedel chocolate factory with a stop at McDonald's. I am homeschooled, but they invited me too! I ran to my mom to ask if I could go. At first, it looked like I could go, but when my mom heard about the stop at McDonald's, she completely changed her mind. I tried to convince her to agree, saying that I didn't have to eat there or that she could pick me up from the factory in her car and then I wouldn't go to McDonald's with the class. Even though I'm good at persuading people, my mom was adamant, which is unusual. To be honest, I had a feeling that would happen. My parents absolutely hate KFC, McDonald's, and other restaurants with average quality food (no offense to the owners of these establishments). I was sad, so my mom said she would take me and Ida to a chocolate-making workshop this Sunday.

And it's Friday.

SUNDAY 12:00 WARSAW, CHOCOLATE MAKING WORKSHOP.

The workshop began with the lady telling us what we were going to do.
"Making chocolate is great fun, so today I have prepared a lesson on chocolate making for you.
At first, I was afraid that it would be like a math class, but the teacher assured me that it would be more interesting than any class at school. First, I learned what it takes to transform cocoa beans into liquid chocolate. You have to go to the forest, find a cacao tree, pick a lot of beans, come home, crush the beans into a paste, and melt them.

Unfortunately, I can't tell you how because I don't remember myself. Then the lady took us to a large room where there was a chocolate mixer.

The beautiful smell of liquid chocolate wafted from the machine. Mom called us to the table and said that the lady had told her she would bring us sheets of paper with a picture of chocolate so that we could design our own chocolate bar.

Then we had to transfer the design from the paper to a mold filled with liquid chocolate.

Of course, it took me less time than it did Ida. Once you've done that, you have to tap the mold on the table, otherwise the chocolate will be bubbly.
We could even hold a cocoa bean and something white that was greasy and slippery.

At the end of the workshop, we could take a lollipop from the reception desk, and then my mom and I went for pancakes with cheese and ham.

When we were walking back to the car, I saw this big old gate and wanted to touch it. It was old and decrepit.

Daddy said at home that the chocolate turned out great.