You know, right after diet coke, of course.
What is said life-altering discovery, you ask?
McKay has recently shown an interest in experimenting in the kitchen. He has scoured cookbooks for recipes and then begged to be shown how to make them. I've happily let him help and taught him
But he progressed to the point where he really wanted to try some things on his own. With Pizza Hut's phone number on speed dial, I gave him the chance and stepped out of the kitchen. (Plus, it's not like I'd really do better anyway.)
As a result, last week he made three of our seven family dinners, one of which consisted of a roast, potatoes, carrots, and HOMEMADE CRESCENT ROLLS.
ALL. BY. HIMSELF.
(Yes. From scratch. And they were delicious.)
He has quite suddenly become very adept in the kitchen and I have willingly turned that task over to his capable hands (which, by the way, he is very religious about washing, thankyouverymuch).
In fact, early this morning before he headed off to school, he handed me a shopping list of ingredients he'll need to make tonight's dinner.
It's about the most fabulous thing ever.
I've always wanted a live-in chef.
Now which of the other two kids do you think I could turn into my live-in maid?