"Momma, can I take a cooking class?"
"Well, may I be your teacher since you cook with me anyway?"
"SURE! Tanks!"
And there you have the birth of this blog. I was a bit surprised that she even asked considering all of the things she does to assist in the feeding process that takes over between the hours of 5 and 7 at night. Everything from planning meals to prepping them, from setting the table to cleaning it, from planning which toys to bring on the drive to the local farmer to helping me put the milk bottles into the fridge. You name it she's done it. Surely she identifies herself with being a person who cooks?? She's even watched farmer Robert milk "Julia" the cow, before helping to place the lids on the fresher than fresh milk to bring home for dinner that night.
So why the need to take a cooking class? Does the declaration of being "in class" make her purpose in our family food culture different? Would it give her more confidence to tell me that she can handle something independently instead of letting me assume something is beyond her small hands, tiny body ability? Maybe this is her way of getting more say in what's being created in our kitchen.
"What do you want to cook in these classes?" I asked, wondering what ideas could possibly be occupying her mind
"healthy nutritious junk food".
Yup, it was all about controlling what gets made.
"would you like to look through some cook books or websites with me then? Maybe we can find something we both can agree on."
Hence, the Coconut Bread.
Agreement on Momma's side: pure proteins and a whack of vitamins from grass fed local eggs, sustainably grown coconut, non GMO'd, good source of essential fatty acids and healthy saturated fats, not overpowering in sweetness....sounds great.
Agreement on Eden's side: get to use processor, it has honey, get to crack a bunch of eggs, allowed to eat it for dessert, get to do almost all of it herself....sounded great to her.
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mmmmm....so delish! Cheers!
