Tonight Shelly is our chef. I'm making supper. Shelly asked if she could help, and then said "Mom, pretend I'm the chef." This is what she wants to be when she grows up. Meanwhile, Archer is documenting Shelly's cooking show by continuously announcing, "Ha! Now I have evidence that YOU are cooking in the kitchen!" and taking pics with my camera phone. Shelly's cooking show is progressing nicely, she dumped the noodles into the water and now she's singing the theme song. "Now you have a chef. Now you don't have the chef. No chef in your kitchen..." Archer has moved on to playing games on the phone. In about five minutes our meal will be done and I anticipate that the game of restaurant will begin, with waiter, hostess, and friendly direction about who sits where and what tonight's specials are. Tonight's special at the Fortier Family Diner: Macaroni and Cheese. Yum!
Denise, remember those projects for school that required cooking a Mexican meal and documenting the entire thing? And interviewing our parents afterwards on their thoughts about the meal?
"Assistant. Assistant!" Oh, my boss is calling me back to the show, gotta go!
(Photo courtesy Archer, world renowned photographer.)
2 comments:
Amy, I try to forget these 'Culture Projects' that forced me to cook in front of a camera and then interview the victims of my meals! :) glad to hear you didn't interpret my meals as negative as I did!
Denise, things usually improve with time, those projects are something we can laugh about now, right? Or is the memory still too traumatic for you? ;-)
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