Showing posts with label cooking with jude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooking with jude. Show all posts

Thursday, January 7, 2010

My Christmas Break: by Jude

We went to Grandma and Grandpa S's house for Christmas this year. Mom and I flew by ourselves there while dad was finishing up finals for law school. I screamed my head off. It was great.
Mom thought it would be funny to feed me lemon water. I was unsure.

And utimately unamused. Although I couldn't stop trying it...

I liked sitting with my Grandpa and cousin Zoe.

And I liked trying to eat her. And pull her hair. She's pretty cute. For a girl.

Here's my aunt Annie. We're like a head flower. Get it?

Here is cousin Jed eating waffles. He loves whipping cream, aka "whuppie". Mom won't let me have any yet. Meaniehead.

Dad let me be on his team.

I liked cuddling with Grandma in the morning.

Here are my aunts and uncles on Christmas day.

Zoe and I raced. It was pretty slow going given that niether of us crawl yet.

Luckily, I'm not afraid to play dirty.

I liked cuddling with dad.

And taking naps.


And baths.

Here is Zoe and I again. She's a cute flower.

I liked cooking with Grandma too.

Now were back home and mom keeps trying to feed me rice cereal. I hate it and spit it all over her. It's funny.

Monday, December 7, 2009

One-handed

It turns out that Jude's fussy time of day is just when I am trying to make dinner. When fussy, he does not like to be reclining, but upright and looking around. He is a big boy, after all. This means I have to carry him around. I have learned in the last week that certain cooking tasks are difficult to do one-handed.

1. Peeling garlic. Imagine me trying to flick off the crackly skin with my thumb. Teeth may have been involved.

2. Making a roux. Whisking constantly and pouring milk in the saucepan in a steady stream is nigh impossible one-handed. Which is why it boiled over and ended up in a steady stream all over my stove. Scorched. End result: lots of scrubbing after dinner. (Luckily, Mike cleaned up. Bless him.).

3. Chopping anything. Onions. Avocado. It doesn't matter. Wielding a knife with a baby in one hand is not brilliant, no matter how hard you try.

So, the point is this: I can basically cook anything that only needs to be stirred. I'm at a loss as to what that item might be.