Sometimes, The Mama can be a little indulgent.
No comment, The Dada. It’s my blog and I can understate if I want to.
I like to think that letting The Kidling do what she wants every now and then–even when her request is unorthodox–is good for her creativity. And, fine, I get tired of saying “no” all of the freaking time. So when The Kidling asked for a bowl for her pine needles the other day so she could “make truffle oil,” I complied. No harm done, and I drew the line at wet ingredients.
See!? I set boundaries. So there.
As The Kidling sprinkled and stirred, she requested additional ingredients. I chose spices that met one of two conditions, 1) they were white, or 2) they wouldn’t stain. Salt, cream of tartar, coriander, pepper… Just as I was running out of ingredients that fit my criteria, The Kidling declared her truffle oil complete. I asked how it turned out, and she told me, “It smells marvelous, but it doesn’t feel marvelous if it gets up your nose.”
Remember that the next time you have the cinnamon nearby.
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