I've decided that I'm officially broken in terms of cooking for my family. Last night I made enchiladas & looked at the amount of food & went, "Is this enough? Do I make more?" I had no clue. It turns out I made exactly the right amount for us, but it was such a weird sensation.
I also taught N [age 11] how to make scrambled eggs. He's becoming quite the little chef himself now. He has no fear to try cooking new stuff. So maybe he did get something from me after all. Sometimes I wonder what w/all the gaming he's wont to do.
It's good that the kids are learning things in the kitchen. Sometimes it gets on my nerves. for example, Elie cracked an egg all over the cupboard & it dripped down the front of the cabinets. But she's 4 I took a deep breath & wiped it off. And kept going. You can't make an omelette w/o breaking a few eggs right...I'll be here all week....hit the tip jar on the way out....
But seriously, Grandma never really had me cook much & she still thinks rosemary is an exotic spice. So I want my crew to be able to enjoy at least cooking for themselves sometimes!
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