I wasn’t sure what to think when Chloe expressed a desire to learn how to cook.  Was I hopeful?  Yes.  Was I shocked, given her lineage?  Yes.  Was I skeptical?  Hell, yes.  Much to my surprise and delight, however, Chloe has been cooking.

Baking and cooking, to be exact.  Until tonight her experimentation had yielded muffins, bruschetta, pizza, garlic bread, pasta, tomato sauce, pesto and fresh-squeezed lemonade.  But knowing that both her Papa and I were scheduled to work late tonight, Chloe took it upon herself to cook dinner for her French uncle, who’s returning home tomorrow, Sophie and herself.

She and her uncle trekked to the supermarket twice today to purchase the necessary ingredients.  In the rain, no less.  Fortunately for me, my plans changed and I was able to make it home in time for her meal.  She prepared bruschetta (her best version yet) and roast chicken.  Yummy!

I think I may hire her to be our personal chef.  In exchange for room and board, she can cook for us.  And maybe we’ll buy her some clothes, too.