Ok, so I'm minding my own business and I get a text from the cellist. This is unexpected. We are going through the 'I'm independent' phase, she's neither old enough to vote, leave home, marry, drive to the scool bus or anything else. But we are embracing her independence. Modern parenting I think they call it.
Anyhow, cautious, I read 'can I make dinner' - any non believers, I'll take a photo if you like. No lift, no money, a heartfelt plea to make food. I am extraordinarily suspicious. Thinking the worst, I reply, firstly, what you thinking making. This has to inform the response, I love her, but to be fair, dinner is dinner. If she's thinking chocolate spread on toast, frankly, I'm not a fan. The why bit also got me puzzled.
Thankfully I was assured 'food' would be pasta, bacon, tomato, red onion and cinnamon. She's mutated a Jamie Oliver recipe using tuna (she hates tuna) and so she's substituted this for bacon. I'm rather chuffed, cooking, plus innovation that's my girl. But, to be fair this girl likes to eat. the 'why' was unanswered. Funny how we love food and love to share and cook together, we've that in common and for that I'm very thankful, many a grand chat happens over cooking.
Over the chopping, mixing, tasting and stirring, the why became apparent. She's an exam tomorrow, she's nervous, she wanted to keep her mind off it and destress. She like me, thought nice food, company and a bit of chat would sort it. What a clever lass. I was assistant chef tonight. Watched as she fathomed scaling up the recipe (her own version), got everything going to be ready altogether. All the time consulting her 'journal', it would seem she wrote her version of it down the first time she made it.
Hats off cellist, it tasted amazing. Cinnamon and pasta sauce, I'd never have figured it. She toddler off later, quite happy.
A hearty good luck tomorrow. Independent teenagers cook,to destress, how exciting.
As for me, Mr F in Norway tonight for work (waves across to Norway). Whilst he's been awayI've been pottering about (for that read manically cleaning) inbetween being fed.
Thinking norweigan delights, I bought some Jarlsberg today. Had some for supper. Well I tried, ended up burning it so badly it was inedible. Never try cook and manically clean. Unhappy me, happy hens, they've got it's nutty wonderfulness cooking away in the slow cooker, inedible for humans.
Moral of the story. Teach your children to cook, later on when you're distracted and burn the cheese on toast, you're sure not to starve. Or cleaning is bad for Jarslberg, or what ever type of cheese consumption, is another viewpoint.
In real life I was really chuffed like me she wanted to cook and chat and take her mind off something she was nervous about. And, to be fair she's not a bad little cook either.