Ok I’m back and hopefully so is my writing bug. Let’s see how this goes.
I like to teach the cubs life skills whenever I can and today was a big one; cooking breakfast.
She’s 8 next month and has shown the maturity to use kitchen knives responsibly in the past. It’s time to use the hob to make porridge.
Sharps are one thing; flame another. She gets a thorough briefing.
- No loose clothing. We go into the reasons why, without unduly scaring her. It’s also an occasion to deliver a lesson on ‘stop: drop and roll’
- Rear rings only. I rarely use the front ones when they’re here for safety reasons. I tell her that this stops her clothing getting too close. She double checks her clothing.
- No flame until it’s needed. Just before the pot goes on.
- Long spoon. An absolute must. A belt and braces way of keeping away from the flame.
She hits the ignition; her life changes for ever.
She turns to talk to me and reach for a bowl. I stop her; keeping her attention on the job. One thing at a time.
She counts aloud as the porridge thickens. Perfection; hob off.
I help with dishing out, as the pot is heavy. (Does the coagulation of a thixotropic material proportionately increase its mass? I’ll save that one for her graduation)
She added the finishing touches to my bowl; honey, nuts, banana, blueberries, cinnamon, turmeric and ginger. Her bowl was less extravagant but she nailed it (apart from the turmeric but hey; curried porridge can be a thing…)
The look of satisfaction and pride on her face is immeasurable.
‘Best porridge ever daddy?’