This weekend I was helping sister S prepare a stir-fry, one of the few dishes upon which we can all agree; it’s basically vegetarian, which sister S demands, but I can throw in optional meaty protein sources for the carnivores in the family.
She had come home from her dad’s not too long ago chirping brightly about how she knows how to cook tofu now, so she’ll cook some for dinner soon.
I called her bluff and bought some.
Her confident statement suddenly turned into a “well, I watched my dad, and it looked easy, and tasted good…”
Nonetheless, I had her come into the kitchen one evening and fry it up as per what she’d seen done before. The result looked like small, furry bricks slowly dying in an tar pit. With a balsamic vinegar note.
After finishing off the tofu and frying up the veggies, she announced dinner was ready.
Michael came into the kitchen and asked his mom if he could have chicken nuggets instead. She agreed and got them out.
“Thanks, mom. I’d eat whatever’s cooking, but it smells like poop. Only worse.”
They are definitely not including tact as part of the 1st grade curriculum.
Thanks for the chuckle! Nothing like the honesty of a 1st grader!
I love Tofu! Michael doesn’t know what he’s missing. If Sister S wants a good easy tofu recipe, tell her to get a medium brick (not soft, not hard) of tofu. Turn it out on a plate cold and sprinkle a little salt and chopped scallions over the top. Then drizzle some sesame oil over the whole thing. That is a very popular appetizer in China.
I dare you to try to eat it with chopsticks. ;D
Sister S was cranky when I had her read your post. Teens! No sense of humor!!! She isn’t a horrible cook but she is very limited in what she can make and following instructions. I am sure she will be just fine in a few years. She swears that Michael was commenting on the shrimp smell and not her cooking. LOL!