Must. Stay. Here.
I've cooked very little. I have really missed it. But, as it was before (and I'm sure it will always be), cooking has brought a few lessons and a tremendous amount of joy.
|BBQ Chicken Pot Pie|
My move was into the basement of a family's house. I love it! The basement itself is divided into two *huge* rooms, and there's another huge room that has become my closet. I have a bigger closet than my mom! (I have arrived!) The kid is six. He's adorable. And smart. And loves to cook and watch the food network. He's the best roommate a girl could ask for! I forget he's six sometimes, he talks and reasons like a short adult (not unlike myself).
I picked him up from school, and we immediately started talking about what we wanted to make for dinner. He's awesome that way - he gets almost completely giddy discussing it. We decided on BBQ chicken. And then got creative with it - let's make it a pot pie! And then cookies. It was Christmas time, so we decided on Gingerbread Cookies.
And off we went. He's amazing in the kitchen. He helped roll the dough into balls, he advised that the oven was almost done preheating. He stirred the batter for the cornbread topping of the pie. If I ever were to open a bakery, he'd be the first person I hired! We made them a little big, though. He told me the smaller ones that were the right size were the ones he rolled. I had to agree.
|A hat to keep the hair out |
of the cupcakes.
We decided to make Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Cupcakes for my mom. After church, we went to the grocery and bought all our ingredients. When we got home, I made lunch and started him on the prep work for the cupcakes. As you can see in the picture, he put his hat on. He did this after asking me why I pulled my hair back! So smart, so intuitive!
He helped with every step of this process. It's amazing to watch a child do something, especially when he is good at it. He has no fear. He just picks up what you tell him to and does it. It made me think of when I started cooking, how timid I was, and all I could do was pick it up and do it, whether I knew what I was doing or not. I read and re-read directions on recipes, and continued to do as instructed. And I learned. The only difference between him (now) and me (then) is that he doesn't know enough yet to be afraid of screwing up the process.
Here's to that spirit of fearlessness! Here's to cooking! And here's to my little helper!
|Mom's birthday cupcakes|
My mom loved the cupcakes! She was so excited that he helped make them.