My head teacher had ideas of grandeur. She was very much in the mould of Miss Jean Brodie in that her gals were la creme de la creme. Whether that had anything to do with our cookery lessons, I'm not sure, but I remember learning to cook things like stuffed rolled fillets of plaice. Very useful to know when you dash in from work and have to get a meal ready in less than an hour. Especially when you are married to someone who thinks that all dinners should be smothered with tomato ketchup and Branston pickle.