Softening Up Your Noodle 05/14/2010
 Every night my daughter cooks with me. She pulls up her little black chair, leans over the counter, and works. Sometimes she grates cheese with my 1970's metal block slicer..."I'm making soft slivers tonight," she'll say. Sometimes she chops veggies with dull steak knives. "I'll be careful, Mama. We don't want any blood on the carrots." Other times, she'll stand like a hound dog on a porch, just waiting... waiting... waiting for that darn water to boil. "It's ready!" she'll shriek, asking me if it's okay to put the unruly pasta in the pot. "Go ahead," I said tonight. But be careful. I don't want you to scald yourself." This evening she put the long yellow sticks in like a pro. At first the second half of the bundle peeked out over the lid. But as I stirred them, they folded neatly under the bubbling water. "Do you know why all the noodles don't fit at first?" I asked. "Because they are hard... but then they soften up," she offered, already moving on to the all important task of fork selection. "That's right, sweetie," I answered. "In a way, this angel hair is kind of like our hearts. They might seem hard and tough, but given enough time, they become more elastic and flexible. You know what I mean?" "I get the stuff about the heart, it, Mommy. But did your brain remember to buy sauce?" There's always a rub now, isn't there? Happy weekend, friends. Comments05/15/2010 06:45
such a tender post. love that you have such an adorable sous chef. I have one, too... I need to remember to get a photo of it before she's too old and social to want to hang with her momma in the kitchen. My kids love to cook with me. They do not, however, like to clean up. And I love how when you find an opening to teach your child a lesson about life and love, and growing up, they suddenly turn into grown ups who are looking at you like you're nuts and wondering if Shady Pines has any rooms available and how soon they can get you admitted....I'm pretty sure my girls have already reserved me a room. 05/15/2010 13:37
Kids area bit saucy aren't they? But they are what adds the flavor to life. 05/20/2010 20:14
A friend of mine was telling me about a bird flying into, trying to attack, repeatedly, their picture window. Every morning, every day, all day, he would puff up his feathers like he was defending his territory against a rival bird. 05/20/2010 20:19
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