My little man, my sensitive thug has always been my culinary partner in crime. Ever since he was very young I have had him up on step stools stirring sauces, measuring out ingredients for recipes or pounding out chicken with a mallet for Chicken Paillard. Until now he has always been my sous. Everything changed this weekend.
At the beach last week, his little friend Via made us all pancakes one morning. The boy was intrigued and had to see if he could master this culinary feat all by himself. He succeeded. He did everything from measuring and mixing the batter to flipping the pancakes to spreading melting butter on them. They were perfectly golden, fluffy circular discs and they were delicious.






LOVE IT!!!