Yesterday was the last day of the holidays. My girls were watching television, a cookery programme. Junior Masterchef or something similar, I think. They both rounded on me – ‘Why don’t we cook? That girl started when she was TWO!’ Well, so did my girls, if you count mixing chocolate with rice krispies as real cooking. That’s not quite what they wanted yesterday. They saw kids making toad in the hole with onion gravy and thought it looked like fun.
So for dinner Miss 7 made pasta with tomato sauce:
Those olives lined up at the edge, by the way, are the best being saved til last. She absolutely loves them. The sauce was very simple. Fry an onion and 3 cloves of garlic (chopped by mum – no way I was letting her use that knife). Once soft, add a dollop of tomato puree, 2 tins of chopped tomatoes, salt, oregano and as many olives as you like and simmer. Once plated on the pasta, cover with enough cheese to recreate Everest.
Miss 9 supplied a cake for pudding:
Banana cake. Completely made by Miss 9. The only things I did were tell her when the milk was hot enough to add the baking soda and scrape the remains of the bowl into the tin because I believe that cake should really be cooked before it is eaten.
Mr 3 supplied the musical accompaniment. Because of the candles on the table (the ones I had intended to light on Christmas day, but couldn’t fit on the table) and the fact we had cake, he sang Happy Birthday about fifty times.
All in all, it was a lovely meal, so thank you CBBC.