A few weeks back Miss Mimi announced that she would like to be a chef. Though I will never forget that conversation because it was the first one we had ever had about occupations, I have to admit that this new interest, no matter how short lived it will or wont be, gave me anxiety. See I like to encourage whatever my daughter’s interests are by talking more about the subject or giving her specific items that suit that particular passion to use in her open ended play, but cooking?
Now, as much as I try to involve Miss Mimi in the household chores and allowing her some responsibilty, I have to admit that I can’t stand it when she helps me in the kitchen. Horrid aren’t I? I hate cleaning up the mess because she makes one hell of a big one and she usually drops things and breaks plates. Yes, yes, I know that I should give her age appropriate cooking utensils and show her the way and encourage these little efforts in a bid to help with her coordination, I get it. But I don’t particularly like cooking on the best of days so having a little helper in the kitchen, just isn’t ideal for me.
This week, I bit the bullet. Miss Mimi helped me make gluten free muffins, which was useful for early numeracy skills (she didn’t know what a 1/4 cup was previously) Then she helped me prepare chicken schnitzels (more of the gluten free variety), she was most perplexed that she was allowed to touch raw meat when it’s usually forbidden but after a bit of nudging she was on her way. She used her memory recall to dunk, dip and smother the schnitzel with the right ingredients. She discovered a few different textures and had a ball. As for me, well, I survived.
Come and play at the Childhood101 ‘We play link up’