“It’s fine!” he tells me – knowing which question is coming.
My ten year old has been binge watching a variety of cooking shows on Netflix. Feeling inspired, he decided he is going to make something for me…I’m always the taste tester for his concoctions, I mean…meals. As he told me, “I don’t really like to try my food.”
Blender whirs. Drawers open and close. Time passes and I’m trying not to pay attention to the sounds in the kitchen.
“I hope this isn’t too much vanilla,” I hear him mutter to himself.
I sit on the couch, trying not to cringe. “Not a lot of spice. Just some spice,” he says to himself. “You like spicy, right?” He asks, shouting from the kitchen.
CRASH! BANG! CLANG!
“Nothing broke!” he assures me. “Whoa! That scared me.” he remarked.
How did it turn out you ask? What did I have to eat with out cringing? That my friends, is a slice for another day…