I was just about to mix up the dumplings for chicken and dumplings the other night when it occurred to me that Genevieve might like to help.
Now this is rare. In theory, I want to invite my children into my work sphere, regularly and gently instructing them in the domestic arts. In reality, I am usually too short on patience to be kind (I don't want them to associate my work with exasperation) or my work involves sharp knives, fire, and hot water. Or just water, which my children somehow manage to transform into a Game That Makes Water Fly Around.
But this evening, thank you God, I had enough patience and presence of mind. So Genevieve mixed up dumplings and even cracked open her first egg. And then she calmly, while conversing with her brother, dropped globs of dough into the boiling stock.
It was delicious and she was sweetly accepting, but not surprised, at our compliments. I think my girl will be a good cook!
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