Here's what our first scheduled
"Cook Night" was like from both mom's and 13 year-old son's perspective.
Mom's version:
It's a good thing we set a
date for our first "Cook Night"- the night chosen for David to learn
how to prepare a favorite meal of his choice.
Without a concrete plan, it
is less likely to happen. Life is full, and it's
just easier not to teach the kids to cook.
I started thinking/talking
about the event several days in advance.
First of all, I wanted to make sure we had the necessary
ingredients. Secondly, I wanted to prep
David so his expectations were in line with the plan for him to cook. Sure enough, when the day arrived, he balked,
asking why we need to do this. "So
that you know how to cook when you go off to college" was my reply. "We have lots of years left" he
murmured, complaining
that he would rather be hanging out with his friends. I told him he needed to be ready at 5 pm to
begin cooking, and we would eat at 6. It
would have been easier to give in to his whims, but I persevered.
It's really quite an easy
process thanks to the use of some prepared foods. We rolled out the loaf of thawed bread dough,
placed the toppings of choice (we used cooked Isernio's Italian chicken sausage
and grated cheese) on the dough, rolled it up, pinched it closed, brushed egg
white over the top, and baked for 30 minutes.
The kitchen became a little
(well, a lot) chaotic with incoming phone calls (exciting news- Kristen found a
wedding dress!) and a last minute idea to make our Connell signature chocolate chip
cookies. The cookies flopped, which was my fault. In haste I mindlessly used too
little flour. We took the opportunity to transform the pancake-flat cookies into home-made ice cream cookie sandwiches. David and Dad assembled those while I
made the salad and steamed broccoli.
I would have liked David to cook the veggies, but there's always next
time.
After delivering the
neighbor's meal, the four of us sat down to a scrumptious meal of calzone,
steamed broccoli, and tossed mixed greens, cherry tomatoes,
goat cheese, with a sprinkle of olive oil & raspberry balsamic vinegar.
We all complimented David on
how delicious the calzone tasted. (Except for Jennifer- she had braces put on
that afternoon and was feeling too much pain to bite into food). When I asked David how it was making calzone
all by himself, he confidently responded with a proud smile, "It was a
piece of cake!". He was especially
happy that he didn't have to do his dinner clean-up chore that night. That was my suggestion - that whoever cooks
on Monday Cook Night is relieved from doing their nightly chore. Now that's a win-win!
[Special thanks to Dad for
cleaning up the kitchen!]
David's version:
I got a steal on doing my chore- I didn't have to do my chore. ha ha. Making calzones wasn't that bad because it's not actually that hard. It was easier than I thought it would be.
Here's how I did it. First you take the Italian sausage, put it in
the pan, and cook it. Then you take the
pepper, dried basil, and salt and mix it into the meat. You take a rolling pin and roll out the dough.
When the meat is done, you lay it in a
line on the dough, and put the cheese on the meat. To fold it up you take the short ends and
fold those in. Then take the long ends, fold them over and pinch it together. Then really fast you pick it up and put it on
the pan. You bake it in the oven for 30 minutes,
look to see if it's done, yep it's done.
You slice it up and eat it.
It tasted great. It was easy, and yummy. I felt happy that I
didn't have to do my chore. I would do
it again if I had nothing going on, and I didn't have to do my chore.