Scrambled eggs are a fine way to introduce a newbie to cooking- a real step-up from boiling water (the classic adult version of introduction). Simple ingredients, but attention is needed to get those eggs just so. Bear's been there, done that. I've since moved him on to larger kitchen tasks because well, if I'm being honest with you, that boy is not allowed to leave the nest until he has proved his worth as a cook. No child of mine will flounder around each meal with rice-a-roni or pizza take-out; here we start cooking lessons early.
Notice those flour tracks? That's a sign of another little cook who's been in my kitchen recently. This particular short chef is still in the early phases of cookery: that's code for HE'S MESSY.
In an attempt to make chocolate chip cookies together, Ace was put in charge of dumping the ingredients I gave him into the mixer. That involved a learning curve but he did try to return the flour into the mixing bowl, hence all the little finger trails. Turning the mixer on was an experience in and of itself. You can predict what happened (I expected it to happen even after coaching him because I have a newbie cook on my hands who is also an independent thinker): more flour and baking powder tenaciously scooped from the counter, added back in to the mixing bowl.
His focus was laser, his attention full on. We pushed through the minor stumbling blocks and eventually arrived at a finished product which was completely edible- Ace can attest to that. The pride on his face when serving those cookies to his family? That made it so worth the flour covering every.single.surface. of my kitchen. Also my hair, his jeans, the dogs...
A while later, Bear sauntered into the kitchen looking for a way to flaunt his mad kitchen skillz. I was still rinsing King Arthur All Purpose flour off of Trot, so I set him up with a task I had chosen to abandon, "Pipe words onto this cake." I said, proceeding to carve the phrase out with a toothpick and outline the beginning of each word for him. The I went back to scrubbing cookie batter off of Trot's back.
Hmmm, think I figured out the lesson from my kitchen today, even if it might be a weeeeeee bit longer until Ace is also at this stage.
Here's to flour turning into hardened glue with the addition of water- it forced me to pass a cake project on to my eldest. I had no hope left for it, and yet he turned it into something all his own.
Gang, hope and patience are our words for the week, ok?
Also? HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICK!