The other day I was downstairs working while Sunny was taking her quiet time. About thirty minutes later, she came down and said, "Mom, do NOT go upstairs and into the kitchen."
This usually means that she's sort of told on herself, like perhaps she climbed onto the counter top to reach a glass instead of the tin mugs hung specifically within her reach from the floor, or maybe she accidentally tried to see what would happen when you push a scissor tip into moms exercise ball, you know, stuff like that.
When I told her I wouldn't be up for a few more minutes, she said to me, "No, you can't come up now and you can't come up in a few minutes. You can come up only when I tell you for I am making dinner tonight." Note this was said confidently and firmly. Hmm.
"Um, Sunny, can I just say one thing?"
"No, mom, I am using only my cutting board and my knife and I'm standing on the chair the proper way."
Hmm. K, so she calls me up a bit later and asks me to close my eyes so she can lead me to the cafe where she has placed my "order". I found the above spread beautifull presented next to a candle left to be lit by yours truly.
On the menu were cookies, celery and spread, and a salad. The delight and joy this child held in her entire body as she told me about all the ingredients made me want to eat her right up and keep the food for later. The cookies consisted of coconut butter, peanut butter, oats and honey...a little on the oily side but Fannie ate nearly all of them for dinner. The spread is a crowd fave around here: cream cheese, diced garlic and fresh dill. She cut the celery into chunks and served it with the spread. The salad consisted of red cabbage, apple chunks, peas, carrots, flax seeds and homemade balsamic vinaigrette.
Too bad dad was working late that night...he missed out!
Do you remember the days of making breakfast in bed for your parents or pretending at every meal that your home was a restaurant? There is lots of this going on around these parts lately...makes for great memories!
I'm excited for when Lachlan starts putting more forethought into serving me food. Right now, if something he is chewing tastes good, he takes it out of his mouth and offers a bite to me. Generous? Definitely. Tasty? Not so much. Let's get together soon so I can give you all your stuff that I've accumulated and the fresh sourdough starter I have for you!
Posted by: Jessie | July 15, 2010 at 01:16 PM
How wonderful! What a touching story! Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: Laurie | July 15, 2010 at 06:19 PM