Lola by far my most pickiest eater, has been cooking by my side since infancy. On the days that she helps prepare dinner she goes to bed with a full tummy. We cook a lot together. Without further adieu I present to you, in her own words, describing the pictures:
Cooking in leotards (after gymnastics class) with four "AND A HALF" year old Lola.....
We can call this "Spice Meat." That's a funny name. Teehee.
First you have to take the potatoes out. That is first. Then, taking off their skin and wash them off. And even I washed everything off.
Put some flour in one bowl. I was putting in two scoops of sugar. I mean flour. Teehee.
Umm. Next comes this the the "Spice Crumbs." Did I put in three? Three. I put in three. Right?
I cracked it!!! I cracked the egg and then another. I cracked two eggs. Are you sending this to everyone on the dot com? Good. It's a yummy dinner. Everyone should make this yummy dinner. This is going to be a book on the dot com. Right? Right, Mama? It should say LOLA at the end.
Next comes smashing the meat. You put the meat in the bag so you don't splatter the germs. Oh, Mama you see this golden thread? Referring to the golden thread next to the computer. Can you put this golden glitter thread in my hair? It will look so fancy in my hair.
Mama rolled butter in the middle of the meat. Butter, butter, butter, butter, butter, butter....
I put the chicken in the sugar. Umm, I mean flour. Teehee. Flour, flour, flour.....
I put the chicken in the egg. Chick, chick, chicky, chicky, chick, chick, chicken....
Umm... the.... ummm... the.... Hmm. The spices! I put the chicken in the spicy crumbs.
At the end, I play with the water. No, I wasn't really playing. I. Was. Washing. The dishes!!! Teehee. And spraying everything around cause you will get germs if you don't wash your hands with water. When you wash you hands then you should wash them again. Just. To. Make. Sure.