Spike Scott

Cooking?!

Posted on May 22nd, 2008 by Spike.
Categories: 1 & 1/2 ish.

My mum said right from the git-go, “that kid will be a chef.” She said it mainly cause I used tea-towels instead of stupid tiny bibs when I fed him. They caught an appropriate amount of baby sick and were easy to wash. Well, he’s not quite doing any shifts at Joe’s Garage or The Supper Club yet but he l-o-v-e-s ‘cooking?!’ A handful of dried pasta and a few different boxes/bowls/cups to mix around with his own Ikea collection of spoons, whisks and egg slices – he’s a happy camper. He loves to watch the ‘cooking?!’ on the telly. Not a big fan of Jamie Oliver but thinks Manu Fieldel is quite amusing… (I guess it’s cause they both speak French so well).

Now, there’s always been lots of fun to be had at GrandMa and Papa’s house. There’s “Woof, Goo’ gorl” Mardhi and “Skwoork” the loud rooster. LOTS of room to go for a “walk, Papa?” in the garden, the little itty bitty baby baby grand piano to bang on, the bikes to ride and NOW there’s the contents of the pots ‘n pans cupboard.

Last week he was playing in the lounge with the contents of the kitchen piled about the place. He was mixing a ‘cay-ke’ and generally being busy, when he lifted the saucepan onto the top of the toy piano, ‘adjusted it’ in to the right spot then turned the imaginary knob just above the piano keys to “hot” – well, we knew he’d reached a new milestone. The kid cooks with imaginary gas. What a whacker!

Sure, he may over-salt your Margaritas and who doesn’t love a glassful of pepper to go with their water? Foam blocks served on the inside of a spectacle case are this seasons nouveau cuisine, I don’t care who you are! (also low carb and virtually, vegan!) I just wish he’d employ his own Sous Chef to clean up after him!

He’s also just started going to Play Group. Most of the kids are about 6 months older but he’s slipped in, no problems. I don’t think he’s ever seen that many kids, roughly his own size in the same spot ever before. “Hullo!” he said as he barged in and made himself at home. “Bike!” And he was off. One of the little boys turned 2 yesterday, so there was cake and singing. Spike sat on his bike and watched the gathering around the cake and yayed and clapped after the candles had been extinguished but there didn’t seem to be anything that would necessitate the relinquishing of the bike. The other kids ate cake and fought over the crumbs, Spike just cruised around happily “beep beeping” his way across the room. I guess when you’ve been cooking all day, the last thing you want to do is fight a tableful of toddlers for store bought cake. Aww, he’s our littlest foodie.

And like any great chef, he has his own signature dish.

He calls it, le Oeufs ‘n Choo-Choo’s. (eggs and trains on a whole wheat base)

Mumma xxoo

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