It was a holiday season of epic proportions. Little Chef cooked about 14 new dishes, mommy ate more than her fair share, and James was damn near entering a diabetic coma from sugar over consumption. All in all a great success.
For Christmas I made little chef a knife and tool roll and we bought him his very first chef’s knife. It has a short ceramic blade that we dulled to the sharpness of a butter knife so her can’t actually lop off a finger, but can chop softer veggies and such {safety first right?}.
He knew what it was the second he opened it up, because he has seen James and I take our knives and tools out of our rolls many times. Now James is jealous and wants a matching one… I may have to go in to production.
As soon as he saw the knife he ran full tilt to the kitchen and started hollering and pointing at the counter. We were ready with a giant bag of parsley and he chopped enough parsley for a 90’s restaurant in no time.
The next day we set out with the Jeep stacked to the rafters with seafood and presents and baby gear to my parents for the annual Christmas bonanaza. We may have to rename it the annual Christmas shit-show with 3 and possibly soon 4 tiny penis packing hooligans running amok, and their just as wild daddies consuming beers and teasing their patient and long-suffering wives for sport. 😉
Grandma made all the boys matching pj’s, so they spent most of the time in those, running around being wild little things.
Every year instead of the traditional turkey dinner my family cooks a seafood feast with lobsters as the main dish. We knew that we had to have an extra lobster ready for Little Chef to have on his plate in case he thought it was cool, and of course he didn’t disappoint. There were many exited screams and pointing when he got his steamy seafood plate in front of him. And of course he had to help cook the entire dinner. Because he is the hottest new up and coming Chef in the area and had to put his mark on this festive spread.
Then after a much needed calm day of rest at home, we were off to James’ parent’s place to do it all again. Much less hooliganism there, but just as much good chefing.
I feel very blessed to have such an amazing family to spend the holidays with, and such an imaginative and smart son. So here is to a wonderful 2016 and a brand new foodie to add to the crew. Cheers everyone!
-Stephanie
