Marian enjoyed toasting and milking the bread for the meatballs. She happily discussed the theme for her upcoming 13th birthday. Her party will be based on one of her favorite food network shows. She wants to discuss the plates, types of food needed and whom the judges would be. I am trying to cut the onions into quarters but desperately looking for my matches because if I don't use the candles flames to block the onion gases I will be crying a river. At the same time I am reminding Marian to do the next step of her part of the cooking. The dog is picking up onion dropping and my son is holding his stomach as he crumbles over and states that he is starving.
Along with being easily distracted cooking is not my chore of choice but of duty and honor. It is my husband's passion and is now our daughter's passion as well. Her love for cooking and excitement about food makes my labor worth it. Not only do I get to help her learn to cook but together we learn more things then I ever knew(or wanted too).
Our dish turned out yummy. My husband loved it and so did my picky son. I treasure these moments that we have to taste life together and see what we can make.
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