It usually starts with Elia finding some type of new and interesting cook book at the library. This week it is The Unofficial Narnia Cookbook. She pores over the pages, marking all her favorite recipes with post-its. She likes to choose the perfect time to ask to cook. Like a day where I’m trying to get an early supper made so I can slip out to book club, or when I’ve already got three other things happening in the kitchen at that moment. I find it hard to tell her no.
Why not boil sugar and cornstarch? I was only washing dishes, making supper, running interference on boys, listening to a podcast and baking cookies all at the same time. So why not add candy making?
Spending snatched moments in the kitchen with this girl makes the mess worth it. She thinks deeply, but doesn’t like being asked directly. Ask her straight on what is happening in her mind and she clams up. Scrutinize too closely and she disappears into a book or a boxy sweater. But help her stir a cornstarch/sugar mixture continuously for half an hour, and you hear all kinds of wonderful things. Look at her from the corner of your eye while you do dishes and she glows.
How was the Turkish Delight? Meh. The texture freaked me out. The delightful company of that precious girl? For that I would make wonky Turkish Delight three times over.