Cupcakes* for dinner.
(*of meatloaf and mashed potatoes)
And Kool Aid* to drink.
“Good morning, kids!”
“Hey, have you seen your dad?”
I handed her the recipe and surrendered the kitchen. I actually, physically removed myself from the kitchen. I did not stand over her shoulder or lurk and provide “helpful” advice. I left her to it. She rewarded me with delicious sugar cookies.
She was so proud. And all went well. Nothing blew up or got cut off or burn- well, there was that batch she forgot about.
You burn, you learn. (Another Law of Food.)
*Unless it’s food you don’t like. Or you really like making food and are very good at making food. Or the person who makes you the food isn’t great at it.
It was glorious.