Scrambled Mess

I’m not sure what the appropriate age is to introduce girls to cooking. I do know, if you asked my two little mother hens the time is long over due. They have always done the occasional stirring of brownies and cakes. Mostly I think their eagerness to help is just so they can lick the spoon. Even so it’s nice to have that mother daughter time. Kailey is getting of age where she is dying to cook. Really cook, as in I might get burned stove top kind of cooking. The stove makes me very nervous with her lack of understanding of how hot the burners can get. She is about as graceful as I am and I can just see it leading to a trip to the emergency room. Putting all fears aside, Sunday morning I decided I would let her do a little more than usual. With close supervision I had her making scrambled eggs. I had bacon, sausage, eggs, and toast also which I was cooking and with Jacob next to me in his walker, my hands were full. For the most part she was doing it on her own. Well, I don’t know if it was the excitement of cooking or the chocolate milk she drank, but she could not be still. Here she is jumping around holding up one leg with one hand and a spatula in the other. I asked repeated if she had to pee or something but the answer over and over was “no”. Trying my patients before I knew it, she had eggs thrown all over the kitchen. Across the stove, on the burner, under the burner, they were everywhere. I was lucky there was enough left in the pan to even feed Jacob. Meanwhile I’m thinking, maybe I should have started this long ago. With this kind of progress her cooking skills may take some time. Bless her heart she tried and at least they were edible. I guess for this being a first it didn’t go all that bad, except for the mess. I think next time we do this we will skip the cheese, cleaning up dried cheesy eggs is not easy.