My two oldest daughters are beginning to get really interested in cooking. At 10 and 12 years old, they are able to negotiate the stove top pretty well.
This morning Camille, 10, made fried bread. This is a recipe she made up while at sleep away Girl Guides (UK equivalent to Girls Scouts) camp; she was in charge of making the morning campfire and cooking breakfast. She said that everything tasted so good at camp because they had to really work for their meals– build a fire, cook the food and do the dishes.
The fried bread she made at home this morning had the addition of grated Parmesan cheese on one side that, when briefly fried in oil, crisped up and turned all golden and fragrant. She spooned a dollop of my no-cook pizza sauce on the side and we sat down to a delicious, albeit garlicy, breakfast. And it did taste especially good.
Okay, now your talking MY language. This is awesome. I'm hyperventilating!