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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.

 


Comments

His Girl Amber

Sat, 15 May 2010 06:45:59

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.

 

Deb

Sat, 15 May 2010 09:34:53

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.

 

Brooke G

Sat, 15 May 2010 12:15:37

HA HA HA!!!!
What a great comment. And did your brain remember? Mine often forgets things like that :D

She makes the cutest little helper in her tu-tu!

 

Travis Erwin

Sat, 15 May 2010 13:37:26

Kids area bit saucy aren't they? But they are what adds the flavor to life.

 

phd in yogurtry

Thu, 20 May 2010 20:14:31

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.

They finally shot it, to put it out of it's misery.

I do NOT recommend you try this at home.

 

phd in yogurtry

Thu, 20 May 2010 20:15:47

oops, I left a reply under the wrong post!

 

phd in yogurtry

Thu, 20 May 2010 20:19:03

Ok, correct reply box this tme:

Wow, you are so good at this mommy stuff! The heart softening. That is so sweet.

(selectively forgetting the part about brains and shopping)

 



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