This isn't a cute post, but an appreciative one:
Dinner was made last night by my fourteen year old daughter -- grilled ciabbata with homemade pesto (the most delicious, fragrant not-too-garlicky pesto I've ever tasted) followd by farfalle with bacon, eggs, peas and mint. Scrumptious.
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How lovely. There's something very special about being served food cooked by your children. Whether it's relief that without you they won't starve after all, or whether it's the reversal of roles, I'm not sure.
In our house we've always had a rule: the one who cooks doesn't clear up. That seems to have worked well.
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