I told Violet today that she could make lunch. She could make whatever she wanted, and Stella and I would eat it. Her instantaneous reply? "We can have CAKE for LUNCH!!??"
"Yes, we can," I told her "but I don't think grabbing handfuls of frozen cake out of the freezer constitutes lunch. If you want cake, you have to bake it."
Apparently she didn't want to pay the high price of having cake for lunch, so she made soup instead.
The soup du jour turned out to be frozen corn, bananas, pineapple, pears, pear juice, and a single graham cracker. Mixed well and heated in the microwave for one minute.
After it passed her highly discriminating taste test, Violet served each of us a bowl of soup.
Stella had seconds. I, however, did not.
I consider Violet's first foray into the culinary arts a success. A success in that I managed to swallow my soup with a smile on my face, and it left her with a good feeling about what she had done.
Later we made popsicles for and I took an active role in their making, but come to think of it - frozen soup would have made a rather nice popsicle.
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