In which Cherry gets to do a "mixing hingy"

Sapphire and Ezio stayed home sick from school today (and will be home again tomorrow; they both had fevers at bedtime), but Cherry went to maternelle this morning. When I pick her up after school she always tells me what they did in gymnastiques (PE class) but refuses to tell me anything else until some point later in the day. Generally gymnastiques is crawling through tunnels or walking on benches or dancing or something like that. Today, she reported with some dismay that they didn't have gymnastiques, which struck me as odd, because they normally have gymnastiques every day. That, along with singing time, story time, and recess are the constants for her class.

Tonight, after dinner, she decided it was time to tell me about her school. I'll attempt to report as I was told, though I'll translate into English instead of Cherry-speak. (If you want Cherry speak, just replace all the th's, sh's, and s's with h; the l's with y, the v's with d, and the r's with w [or just drop them altogether, Boston style (Sapphire is Cahmen, for example)].)

Cherry: Mommy, I want to tell you about what we did in school today. I got to do a mixing thingy.
Me: What kind of a mixing thingy? Did you make a cake? (They're celebrating October birthdays at school tomorrow, and having a harvest "feast".)
Cherry: No. A mixing thingy, you know, with flour and stuff.
Me: What kind of stuff?
Cherry: Flour, and cream, and baking powder, and hmm.
Me: Did you put in sugar?
Cherry: And oil. And we each got to eat an apple. We got to pick them off the tray.
Me: You each got to eat a whole apple?
Cherry: Yes. It was about this big (holds thumb and forefinger so close that they are practically touching).
Me: (Thinking that that was an awfully small apple) So, they were pieces of apple then?
Cherry: Yes. We each got one. And we put the rest in the mixing thingy. And we put in eggs too.
Me: Did everyone get to take a turn mixing?
Cherry: And we all got to put something in. I got to put in, umm, the sugar. Some of the kids didn't want to mix though.
Me: What did you do with it when you were all done mixing?
Cherry: Sylvine (the teacher) put it in a black pan with 2 sides.
Me: Did she bake it?
Cherry: NO! I told you it was a mixing thingy. Besides, you need a real oven to bake things. Not a toy oven. (Duh Mom, how dumb can you be?)