|flower and bug|
(Mom, please feel free to jump on here and make me feel better about myself at any time.)
"Well, if you're gonna make dinner," I tell her, hoping (and feeling a little slighted) that she'll beg me for help, "then you'll need to make the whole shebang." [shebang? really? that can't be right? I've suddenly got William Hung screaming in my ears.]
|her perfect sauce!!|
Thoroughly defeated, I tell her she'll need to decide on a protein, a starch, a veggie, and a dessert.
"DESSERT?!?!" she squeals. Now I've totally lost her.
|cooking like a pro|
It took her about 2-and-a-half hours to prepare everything, but she was meticulous, and stubborn, and only asked for help when she was on the verge of flinging the teaspoons across the kitchen. Otherwise, it was all her.
And just look at what she pulled off! Just look at it! As she set the table and served her brother, she announced the plate and everything.
|the final dish|
"Mmmmmm," he says excitedly.
"On the side," she continues, "are some fresh baby peas and a sweet bread roll. Would you like some shredded parmesan cheese on that?"
|her menu and |
For dessert, she presented her Flower and Bug cupcakes like they were the Star of India, swirling and twirling her hand to highlight the (very rare existence in our home of a) gummy worm.
Then she served herself, tasted and rated every little thing. "Next time I'll use real meat," she said.
And they finished every last bit.