Conall has become really interested lately when I cook. As we all know his "helping" may or may not be a good thing. Tonight I was making a taco casserole with ground turkey. While the turkey was still browning, I started mixing together the other ingredients.
Conall came into the kitchen about this time. He wanted to "help me." I told him (grudgingly) that he could and I kept doing what I was doing while Conall went and got a stool to stand at the counter. He wasn't very happy that I'd already managed to pour the canned soup, beans and Rotel into the bowl and start mixing it -- did I mention that I also sent him to wash his hands?
So, when he returned from hand washing, Conall declared that he would "stir" it for me. Aside from him wanting to add the Doritos I'd layered in my casserole pan to the mixture, and continuing to try to, he did really well. This was good, since I was still browning the turkey. He also kept asking me if this was going to be my dinner or my lunch (since he knew he'd never eat it!).
He stirred and pretended to chop. I added a taco seasoning mix and as I was adding it he told me "I want to do that." Oh well, too late. At least he could stir it in, but the casserole, instead of the kitchen counters and cabinets, would get the seasoning packet.
Then, it was time to add the cooked meat. Conall's main comment was "this is really thick now, it is hard to stir." But stir he did. I spooned the very well-mixed ingredients on top of the Doritos crust.
Next, I got the shredded cheese out. Conall wanted to dump all of it on top of the casserole. I had to show him how to spread it evenly. He then became obsessed with covering up the areas that had more cheese than others. However, he did want to try the cheese and ate a few bites of it (Conall trying food of his own free will -- shocking, huh?).
We finished sprinkling cheese on top and Conall declared "There, I made dinner."
Conall then left the room to go play trains while I baked the casserole in the oven. I'm so glad he made dinner.
2 comments:
He is well on his way to becoming a man!
I thought it would end up with him eating it---no such luck.
You are kidding, right? Him eat anything remotely different or mixed together? The ketchup on the mac and cheese is the closest he's been.
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