I’d like to think that I am teaching B the values that I want her to hold dear in life and sometimes the things that come back to me does provide some measure of proof that at least I am on the right track.
For her father’s last birthday, she came up with the idea that she wanted to cook his birthday dinner. She had a choice of going out for dinner and cooking at home and she said, “I really want to cook a special dinner for Daddy. It’s going to be creamy tomato pasta.”
So my job was to get the recipe for “creamy tomato pasta” and Chef B would spring into action!
She is quite heat adverse – she was and is one of those babies who would sweat in an air conditioned room, so we would literally fan her down with both fan and a/c on! But this evening, she persevered in the kitchen – she took one of her white shorts and converted it into a chef’s top hat, giving herself a look worthy of a little chef. She has watched Ratatouille umpteen times, so she is highly familiar with a chef’s role.
As for the onions, a secret weapon was whipped out. Here it is:
She tried her best. It was serious business for a while but half an onion later, she said “It’s coming through the sides!!! I can’t take it anymore!” So the assistant chef took over.
She loved the fun part… cooking the sauce in the pan, despite the heat – it was fun.
And finally, assembling the dish together, with the grilled portobello and broccoli.
It was a great idea to cook the birthday dinner. The pride she felt when she presented the meal to the birthday boy was something worthy of a Michelin star. What better way to teach a child that not everything needs to be bought and presented in a professional way? It was definitely a intimate and touching dinner.