My husband and I are not cooks.  We are capable of cooking and we sometimes do it well, but we just don’t enjoy it.  We do it because we need to.  It’s a chore.  So it’s very telling that when Papa, who had the day off from work today, asked the girls what they wanted to do, Chloe came up with the idea of a cooking day.

Yep.  You read right.  Not a trip to the beach or to the zoo, but a trip to our very own kitchen to cook.  I don’t know whether to be proud of the girls or ashamed of us as parents.  I’m leaning towards the latter.  My interpretation of this activity is that the girls, and Chloe in particular since it was her idea, feel so cooking deprived that she affirmatively chose to spend a beautiful end-of-summer day with Sophie and her dad in the kitchen.

Don’t get me wrong.  It’s a lovely, heartwarming idea.  And boy, were the fantastic three productive.  A pizza (photo below) for lunch, albeit a little overcooked.  A yummy French chocolate cake.  Chocolate mousse – not as successful as usual because they didn’t use the best chocolate, but still more than edible.  Barbecue chicken and corn on the cob for dinner.

I honestly don’t think our kitchen and our cookware ever had such an intense workout.  Papa is exhausted. The girls are stuffed.   And I’m super lucky, because I arrived home from work to a feast.  Not a bad way to start a long weekend, if I do say so myself.