The snow has arrived. And I do adore watching my sons bundle up in layers of winter clothes, barely able to contain themselves at the soon to be snow balls and snow angels outside. However, as the dark comes early, or when it is just a sleet storm, there are just so many pillow forts and recycled box castles that we can make. So, recently, inspired by our reading of Roald Dahl's book George's Marvellous Medicine we decided to cook. Or rather, my sons "cooked."
I loaded up muffin tins with aged spices, beans, rice, marshmallows, shriveled old edamame, and any other goodies that hid in the corners of my pantry. I gave them each a cupful of flour. They were in charge of finding measuring cups, mixing spoons and bowls. Then they designed their recipes. It was over an hour of sheer pleasure. They mixed. They measured. They readjusted. They decorated.
And, in the most classic of moments, one of my sons actually, yes, tasted the creation! (I promise no raw eggs were used!) They chose the oven temperature and time (with my guidance) and checked the items for doneness. Needless to say, I just don't think a recipe is necessary!