I have just obtained my first set of fancy cooking dishes. It is about time, I know! I have been helping Mama cook for ages. Since before I could walk even and I would hang out in the front backpack thing and help her stir.
Anyway, now that I have my own dishes, I am truly Chef 'Lizabeth!
As you can see, I am making soup here.
And this one is a nice braised beef, a standing rib with some nice Yorkshire pudding on the side.
This is my frying pan. I make eggies in it and feed them to Dada. Dada likes eggies.
Mama pointed out that my new cooking dishes are nicer than hers. Also, they are REAL. If I were provided with some ingredients and a heat source, I could cook some pretty good foods in these things.
I shall have to see about getting some play foods for my dishes. However, Mama lady claims to have a long standing childhood bias against plastic play food. She claims that it is banned from our house. FOREVER. If any plastic play food comes into our house, Mama lady will make sure that it leaves again, post haste! She says that there are likely lots of other childrens whose Mamas do not have strong dislikes towards plastic foods and we will find some of them.
Apparently, Mama lady had a childhood run in with some plastic vomit as a child and has been deeply scarred.
But don't worry! Other kinds of play foods exist, like wooden and felt and fabric foods. Mama lady says that I can have as many of those as I'd like! Mama lady wants some of those for herself, since she says that they are so very fancy. I mean, look at this one or this one or this one! (Those are linkies, for you to click on, but don't forget to come back!)
She's also going to get me my own whisk, from the store, next time she goes. See, Mama lady is good at taking hints. And I hinted A LOT that I would like my own whisk, by Yelling a Lot when Mama lady takes her whisk out of the dishwasher and puts it in the drawer. Then after I am done yelling, I goes over to the drawer, stick my hand up and start to fish around, looking for that fun whisk. (See, the drawer was incorrectly installed, above my eyeline, so I can't sees into it.) And then I Yell some more, when Mama lady shuts the drawer and says that horrid word, No.
Anyway, my Yorkshire puddings are done, so I must get them off the heat and set the table for supper.
Love,Chef 'Lizabeth
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