Emma and I made lunch together today. She wanted mac and cheese really, really bad, and we didn't have any. Because I have a hard time with feeding my kids something that has more preservatives than food value. But that's another story.
We decided to make mac and cheese from scratch. It is killing me that I cannot put pictures on my blog right now, the sight of my four year old standing at the stove in my new red kitchen whisking away is just adorable. But you will just have to imagine it for now.
She did a great job, and the mac and cheese turned out well. At least, the little sample I tried was good, since I am still off dairy I could not eat a bowl. But the kids loved it, and Emma decided to brag to Ben about her accomplishments.
Emma: Ben, I made a bechamel sauce!
Emma: A bemashell sauce!
Emma: It's a bemansh... a bellansh... ummm, I made a rue.
Emma: That's right Ben, a rue! It's when you put some butter in a pan, and melt it, and then add a bunch of salt, and whisk, whisk whisk! (OK, for you non-scratch-cooking-cooks out there, a rue is butter and flour. Not salt. Yick.) And then you put in milk and cheese and some other stuff, and then you throw the noodle on the ceiling and if it sticks, it's done!
Maybe she's not ready for the Food Network quite yet...