Pan to 5 minutes later when she has started actually making the eggs. You would not believe how hard it was for me to just step back and let her make(aka: mangle, squish, maim, maul) these eggs. I physically had to clasp my hands together so as to not reach out and grab it out of her hands! It's like when your toddler is getting a shot and they ask you to hold their hands because their instinct is to grab the needle. Only in this case, I was the toddler, and the deviled eggs were the needle. Who knew I was such a control freak!? well, most people probably.
p.s. This is my second post about eggs in the last couple of months. And I don't think it's normal.
6 comments:
Why not I love eggs! They are right up there with chocolate, carmel, okay maybe not right up there but still very yummy! Cooking with kids always sounds like a great idea, but is always a lesson in patience for my too.
they look beautiful!
Gracie might just be a chef yet - that picture looks like it came from a magazine! I think this cooking thing is good for the both of you. :)
funny egg stories says Ben! He says Hi!
Oh, you are FUNNY! I enjoyed reading your blog and I'm sorry that it has been so long since I checked it. I've got you on my "bloglines" now - so I won't miss you again. You have a beautiful family and I hope to find more posts soon!
Please pass along to master chef Grace that I am anxiously waiting to sample her culinary skills :-) I wonder what happened to that cookbook from Grandma's, the next best recipe for lil ones is def smores!
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