Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Pass the Torch Tuesday
Believe it or not, Kelly and I did not plan this. I had planned on posting this as my PTT entry even before I read Kelly's post last night. But she brings up a good point: it is the process, not the product.
Last night, I made some mini meatloaves and had purchased a box of Idahoan mashed potatoes. For Queen Bee, anything that happens in the kitchen is in adventure. She is always right there, wanting to help. And it wasn't so long ago that I was the same age, and always wanting to help my mother in the kitchen.
I had to go back to my "office" (read: bedroom) to start work for the day, so I left Queen in charge of making the potatoes. She had made the kind that come in the bag (Idahoan has some REALLY good instant, real mashed potatoes and my kids love them!), so she thought she knew what she had to do. I didn't look at the box to see what the instructions were, and I assumed that Ace would oversee the construction of our side dish.
Assume nothing.
When I came out to pull the mini loaves out of the stove, Queen was quite proud of herself when she pulled out my completely full, large Pampered Chef batter bowl. It was overflowing with potatoes... that looked like they could double as wallpaper paste.
Finding out that the Queen had used only milk with no butter, we trudged our way through the potatoes, telling her that they were the best we had ever had. She had tried so hard, and wanted them to be right.
And they were.
posted by Knitting Maniac at 7:46 AM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
An aching womb
All that pot and kettle stuff...
What does your telephone voice say about you?
The time my Dad embarassed the crap out of me
My new tenant
TT # 7
Drama with a Capital D
When the Door Man was about 2 1/2 years old, and ...
Well I would probably just wear my street clothes
I have figured out why it is raining
3 Comments:
That's a great story! I bet they were perfect. All ten pounds of 'em;) Thats what PTT is all about - thank you for participating!
Nice Mer- you are great with the writing stuff!
Up and around a LITTLE today, but things are not much better. Oh well..God's idea of me "taking it easy!"
Cheers!
Maybe she just likes her taters that consistancy? I do. A fork has to stand up in them and my kids hate that.
That is great that you have a helper. And kudos to her efforts! I'm sure with a little butter on top they were great.
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