He uses my Lefty wooden spoon and my stock pot, but the rest of the meal is all him. I've not been teaching my son how to cook . . . he's been teaching me.
On most Sundays he cooks for five of us. We sit around the stove-bar and help him stir. We are his tasting crew.
Because he does the cooking and the grocery shopping (fresh parsley, new garlic cloves) we do the dishes. And when I say we, I don't mean me. I mean the other three.
He watches with a satisfied stance. We both like this photo.
Glad to hear someone has the same rule as we do...if you cook, you have earned the right NOT to do dishes. Looks very scrumptious!
ReplyDeleteWonderful to see someone enjoy the cooking. It makes a meal taste better than when it's done under duress.
ReplyDeleteAnd even the dishwashing feels less onerous.
That ravioli looks good, I can almost smell it.
that last photo is awesome
ReplyDeletehi kerry,
ReplyDeletewell yes, i have that rule. but sometimes i wake in the morning to a sink filled with undone dishes. how does that happen?
hi elisabeth,
the ravioli meal was wonderful. i have plates and bowls that are different colors and don't quite match up. when we set the table for five, there is a sense of anticipation to see what bowl/plate you end up with. much good natured teasing and trading results.
hi nicolette,
oh i love that you like that last photo! those are his favorite socks. they are actually snowboarding socks, but he wears them even in the summer.