It's Elanor's happy hour. On Tuesday night we can send her to bed in a flutter of excitement that her vegetables are coming in the morning. The veg man is akin to Father Christmas.
First thing in the morning she legs it outside and comes in proudly bearing her veg box. After breakfast she gets to announce the contents delightedly. And then she is allowed to destalk, wash and prepare the whole lot for the fridge. Occupies her for ages and I don't have to do a thing! There is so much more for little fingers to do when everything isn't ready prepared. Supermarket food is so frustrating for a budding little cook - it's all chop, and cook. Tough when you're not allowed sharp knives or near the cooker....
First thing in the morning she legs it outside and comes in proudly bearing her veg box. After breakfast she gets to announce the contents delightedly. And then she is allowed to destalk, wash and prepare the whole lot for the fridge. Occupies her for ages and I don't have to do a thing! There is so much more for little fingers to do when everything isn't ready prepared. Supermarket food is so frustrating for a budding little cook - it's all chop, and cook. Tough when you're not allowed sharp knives or near the cooker....
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