"Baking" some fried eggs
We didn’t bake them, but it was one of a few lessons Seth got today at lunch. I said if y’all want ice cream, you’ll either have an egg or nuts first. (They already ate a day’s worth of fruit.)
On his own initiative he put the kiddie chef coat on, and cracked his first egg into a little pan of butter. He read, yes he’s reading a LOT now, the egg carton said “organic free range”. He learned what a range is, where animals can run and play. He learned the song “Home on the Range” which I got stuck in my head while we were cooking. He learned that even though the butter is salted, I like to add a bit more to our eggs.
He ate it and returned to the kitchen to fry Savannah’s egg also. Funny that he cracked her egg yolk but not his own. He was not intimidated by the heat, which means I had to add a little fear to the recipe.
The memory of it cancels out their squabbling in the backyard later.