I can’t tell you how much I enjoy watching the kids in the kitchen . . . or in this case the outside-table I insisted they work at
. . . The adding and tasting, the questioning and agreeing. It makes a mess, and I cringe a bit, shake it off and remind them they will have to clean up after themselves.
Each taste and decision is a stepping stone toward their confidence with cooking. They counted the spoonfuls of sugar and measurements of water. They squeezed each grapefruit and took note after they added it.
When I finally tried the finished product I was amazed, it was by far the best grapefruit juice I had ever tasted. The balance of juice, water and sugar was perfect.
And then, as they probably watch me do, they carefully wrote down the recipe . . .
Last night my eight-year-old really, really wanted to make sushi . . .
She was there for every step of the process, and patiently and impatiently waited as the rice cooled enough for handling . . .
They carefully rolled their own rolls and were thoroughly satisfied with their work.
Needless to say, so was I.
Kids and food go hand in hand . . .
Gotta love it!! ~ Marica