For months you have been sitting in your high chair, watching daddy cook. When I would fix something you would look at me season a chicken, or bread some veal, or Sous Vide some steak. Then we got you some play dough. You love it- sort of. So, decided to try your hand in the kitchen.
You love "help daddy cook."
Your mom said, "he isn't growing up to be a chef," to which I responded, he will grow up to be a cook.
Of course we don't know what you will grow up to be. But you like helping dad in the kitchen - and I like having you there. We will let the future take care of that.
Until then - pass the salt.
Love,
Dad
No comments:
Post a Comment