She once helped me in the kitchen all the time, but since her little sister has arrived, those times have fallen to the wayside. We’ve started up again – working together in the kitchen – and I love having my helper back. I love the conversations that we have while we’re mixing, measuring and mashing. I love to see how confident she is knowing where we keep things, what tools to use and what ingredients go into our meals.
She has graduated to doing certain jobs at her own table and it makes her so proud. Opening butter, cracking eggs, measuring flour.
Eventually we’ll have Audrey in on all this. . .
Is it true that the heartbeat of a home is from the kitchen?
