We got our first snow for this year and it always reminds me about my first time cooking. It was long ago and I was just 11 or 12 years old. In the summer break, me my twin sister and our little brother decided to do something nice for our parents: cook something for them.
We started with the dessert because we felt was the easiest part. On a Monday afternoon we embarked on this beautiful experience named cooking with a crepes recipe. Crepes are French pancakes. I learned about American pancakes just a few years back and I showed my mom how to do them.
Imagine 3 kids with aprons, or something almost looking like an apron, preparing crepes. We arranged the table for them, heat the food and start making crepes.
Cooking is a learning process and all the experiments count. That week we did play with making crepes.
In the first day we made the crepes so hard that they were looking like Frisbees. J. Too much flour in the batter.
Second day was the other way around: to soft (less flour in the batter). The third day we got it right. At the end of the week we could flip them in the air taking turns. Not the little one, just me and my sister.
Our parents were so happy, even when they had a scramble crepe or a Frisbee crepe. They encouraged us to try again and gave us advices about the batter. We weren’t disappointed when we failed making the crepes the first time. We learned and moved on.
Next week we went to do some baked carrots in the oven. All together as a family. We had to do the cleaning because our kitchen was a mess after all the experiments in the kitchen. But we had so much fun.
We loved to participate in preparing the sweets because we got to lick the bowl and the spoon at the end. Even now I do the same thing and I am teaching my little boy to lick the bowl and the spoon.
So, go make some crepes or pancakes and lick the bowl and the spoon like you did when you were a child. I bet you will remember that feeling.