I’m sure my Mom taught me to cook. Maybe it was incidental. Maybe it was just something I picked up. I don’t remember really – but I’m quite fond of food (my waistline can vouch). Our family has turned a new page recently, and with this new page comes a new dedication to cook at home, and do things myself. In the last two months I have made every dinner we’ve eaten with my own hands, in my own kitchen. That might not seem impressive – but it really is. I’ve made home made mayonnaise, chicken pot-pie (in celebration of Autumn Equinox!), a delicious pot roast, a cake from scratch, and a couple of German inspired dishes. We’ve tried a few things that weren’t so successful, but B-man and I are just rolling with the punches. That cauliflower puree didn’t turn out to be… edible? Well… we have bratwurst and salad!
Besides eating healthier, spending less money, and enjoying the process… I’ve been sharing this with Ginny. As soon as I start doing anything that looks like cooking Ginny runs into the kitchen, to the back wall where she picks out a “bib”. I’ve tried explaining that it’s an apron – but it hasn’t stuck.
Regardless – she loves it. She loves pulling her step stool up to the counter where she’ll patiently wait for me to give her a job. She’s two – and very capable. When she was one we did a lot of fine motor skill activities – and they were definitely relevant. I would let her spoon beans from one bowl to another, or pouring from one cup to another. Now she uses those same skills to pour the ingredients into the big bowl. She also enjoys mixing – though this can get messy. I am getting good at not letting it bother me though. We spill a little, and move on – with a reminder to be more careful.
When we were working on Daddy’s birthday cake… I realized I was out of baking powder. A quick google showed me how to make my own though, and Ginny was all too happy to help. This is currently her favorite apron – it’s ruffly and cute. It also has ties at the neck, which is a plus since it means I can make it fit her better.
We did succeed in making a cake. Though… I only had two eggs so it was half a cake. That’s for the best – since there are just the three of us. And it was a yummy cake. A little dense (is the baking powder to blame?) but delicious and not overly sweet. Definitely yummy. But pictures of that are for another day. Today, I have a picture of Ginny’s best cheese: