Too many chefs spoil the broth…
Or so I have been told. This afternoon we decided to make lasagna for supper, only to discover that we were out of lasagna noodles. Since we had already taken a trip to the post office, I really did not want to run to the grocery store, and was seriously considering the ramifications of using spaghetti, when I remembered how simple it is to make noodles.
I called the boys together, and informed them of the difficulty (not having noodles), and told them that if they wanted lasagna, they were going to have to help. I had four volunteers immediately.
Adam and Benjamin were eager to get ingredients. Daniel was sitting on the table, demanding a spatula, so he could mix, and Gideon, who has just learned how to climb onto the chairs, was up to the table. Caleb, it seems, had disappeared, about the time I mentioned “help.”
They mixed and kneaded.
They rolled and rolled; and then…they helped some more.
I am use to the big boys helping, and Caleb leaving when ever possible. Caleb has made himself my regular mixer, he is sure I can’t make biscuits with out his help. Yet, I was amazed by Gideon’s help, and his desire to be part of everything!
Of course, they sampled too! Everything must be tasted.
BTW, supper was wonderful. I find it is always so much better when there are many chefs cooks presenting home-made goodness to Daddy.
