I decided on enchiladas, because the preparation doesn't involve an oven or stove-top. I readied the chicken in a crockpot the night before and it was cooked, chilled and ready to shred by the time Sofia came over this morning.
Sofia folded the shopping list, stuffed it in her pocket and we started by going to the store to get our ingredients. She picked up the block of cheese, sour cream, tortillas, salsa, and chili peppers and loaded them into the cart. I gave her some cash and she paid the clerk and collected the change, even leaving a dollar in the help-the-needy jar at the counter.
At home, we got started by washing our hands . . .
Sofia put one tortilla on a plate for her first enchilada, and she put a second one on a plate for me . . .
. . . rolling . . .
. . . and topping with salsa.
We covered them and put them in the refrigerator for baking later in the day . . .
Clean-up time . . .
I expected that, being only three years old, Sofia's attention span might last through one or two enchiladas, but she happily and competently put together six of the twelve enchiladas that we made. We worked side-by-side and she never tired. Not only that, but when we were done, you couldn't tell the difference between hers and mine.
GREAT job, Sofia. I do believe we may have a future chef in our midst.
1 comment:
That was fantastic to see (as well as eat). She really is amazing in the kitchen. Thanks for the yummy dinner.
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