Our book club has been reading My Life in France by Julia Child and it has inspired me to encourage Quinn's interest in cooking with mommy. He is very good in a classroom setting, has great focus and loves a challenge. He also has a close friend, Luigi, that developed his own brand of marinara at the tender age of 1...so why not! What could it hurt? The following is a sampling of dialog from our latest session including detailed translations for those that may not have as much culinary savvy as Quinn.
QUINN: "Quinny need a towel"
TRANSLATION: "Mother, remember that 2 cups of milk you gave me to pour in? It now measures about 1/3 of a cup..and...well, I told you I needed a towel."
QUINN: "Cheese flies way high!"
TRANSLATION: "Mummy, in a brief moment of excitement I flung the 1/2 cup of cheese you entrusted me with about the kitchen. Spoiler alert: you will later find shreds in odd places including various corners you rarely clean, your hair and a few in my Yo Gabba Gabba briefs."
QUINN: "Spoon is swimming in there"
TRANSLATION: "Oh, mom, I inadvertently and completely submerged the spoon in the liquid hot magma boiling on the stove. I fear you will need to fish it out with your fingers before we commence."
TRANSLATION: "Mother of my heart, I so appreciate the kind reward of M&Ms for my performance on the potty. So much so, I left 3 floating in the dish of cheesy potatoes we are preparing.....mmmmm chocolate."
Oh well, it all goes to the same place anyway. We will just enjoy our chocolate cheesy potatoes as both a side dish and a dessert. I applaud his generosity in sharing his reward and his flair for creative and innovative cooking. Maybe we will sign him up for the next season of Top Chef. I am going to go get the cheese out of my hair now.
