Little Chef

Ever since I knew I was pregnant, I've been dreaming of cooking with Kevin.

I've always liked cooking. At least when I have the time. Not the drudgery of everyday 'after work cooking', but the weekend experimentation with new recipes, new veggies, new ethnic cuisines...but alas, my husband's not a cooking afficionado, so it's been mostly a solitary pursuit.

Yesterday, my dream started becoming reality in such a great way. Kevin's been fascinated by copying adult tasks (cooking, vaccuuming, washing, etc.) for a while now and yesterday he was eager to join me in cooking.

It was around 4pm on a typical cold, grey, winter day, so perfect for the mid-afternoon antidote of sweet, sugary, hot 'pannekoeken', typical Dutch style pancakes. They're so easy to make: Just milk, flour, sugar, eggs and oil. Kevin helped me every step of the way: fetching the mixing bowl, holding the flour, pouring the sugar, putting the eggshells in the bin after use and then, the most fun of all for him: mixing the batter...he was allowed to hold the whisk and mix the batter himself: bliss for the little chef.

He even got a special seat near the stove to watch me cook the pannekoeken and to taste the very first one. He loved it....he couldn't stop babbling about 'mix' 'mami' 'koeken' 'pan'...and wanted to to take an extra pannekoek to his daycare the next morning to show his teacher what he made. So cute. Of course, I think I'm even prouder of him than he is... and I d0 hope he keeps being fond of cooking with his mom for much, much longer.