My son has an insatiable desire to learn everything he can about the world; mainly about other countries. Although he hasn’t formally taken a US History course, he’s already decided that US History is boring because “it’s too new.”
At this point, he knows more than I do about world geography and facts (but he himself doesn’t know this thanks to the speed and accuracy of my secret Google searches when his back is turned). He reads the old-school atlas my father gave to him and he insisted he go off to sleep away camp with one of those unwieldy globes that our elementary school teachers had perched on their desks. Thankfully we settled on a flat, laminated world map. And luckily, my brilliant friend decided to smuggle him a world map beach ball to camp (it would pass the camps’ “no package” policy since before inflation it’s flat like any old letter!)
I knew his international curiosity would at some point intersect with my culinary adventures in the kitchen. Frankly, I was sort of fearing the day he would walk into the kitchen and proclaim he wanted me to make Peking Duck, Coq au Vin or Baked Alaska. He has very high standards towards my cooking—which is so sweet and daunting at the same time. I find when I cook, he’s the one family member I really don’t want to disappoint.
The other day, my culinary fear came to fruition when he marched into the kitchen and said [Read more...]