When I was about Ryan’s age, my mom was the leader of my “Little Sparks” troop. (At least I think I was Ryan’s age, and I think the group was called “Little Sparks”; I definitely remember that our t-shirts were bright red with a smiling flame on it.) For one cooking project we made “biscuit pizzas”, and I remember all of us thinking it was so cool.
Not for those with sophisticated palates. High on fun; low on yum.