This past Sunday my youngest son, 4, decided to help me in the kitchen. He doesn't ask all the time, but fairly often. The kitchen is very small so I usually decline his request, but this time I let him don an apron (and a folded towel that his 7 year-old sister insisted made him "look like a chef") and help out.
We weren't having anything all too wonderful; baked burgers in gravy, roasted potatoes, green beans with zucchini and salad. He got the burgers and potatoes settled into their respective roasting pans and headed out to the garden with me. We picked green beans, a cucumber, two small zucchini, basil, parsley and chives. The green beans and zucchini were tossed together with butter, garlic and Italian herbs and the basil, parsley and chives were chopped and put into our salad.
You know, everything was decidedly tastier with things we grew ourselves and with such a fine little sous chef to work with.
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