He uses my Lefty wooden spoon and my stock pot, but the rest of the meal is all him. I’ve not been teaching my son how to cook . . . he’s been teaching me.
On most Sundays he cooks for five of us. We sit around the stove-bar and help him stir. We are his tasting crew.
Because he does the cooking and the grocery shopping (fresh parsley, new garlic cloves) we do the dishes. And when I say we, I don’t mean me. I mean the other three.
He watches with a satisfied stance. We both like this photo.