Friday, February 20, 2009
The Sneaky Chef
Don't get me wrong. I love cooking with kids. It's such a great opportunity to play and create and to see their faces when the finished product arrives is a true joy. And, as they get older, we incorporate math into the process and turn the project into a lesson of sorts. I've never met a child who doesn't like to cook......doesn't love the kitchen.....or to be by mom, covered in flour, measuring and stirring.
But, sometimes I just want to get something done. Start and finish banana bread in the predetermined 10 minute prep time allotted....pop it in the oven and relax.
Is that terrible?
I tried to do so last Friday because I had a list of items to make, a house to clean and errands to run before Blake's arrival. However, as soon as he heard the bowls clink, my little chef comes down the stairs, apron on, with a suspicious, "Ooooohhhh, Caaaase!"
He jumps up on the kitchen island, grabs an egg and starts cracking. Smiling from ear to ear, he looks up at me with a look that convinces me that this single activity might just be worth putting the trains down to enjoy. And, I can't say, "No".
25 minutes later, the bread is in the oven......Jack is so proud of himself.....he scurries off to return to his trains and I'm left with a huge mess. Upset? No way. We just made a memory and it's worth every single extra dish, egg on the floor, flour in my hair. They're only little once.