who knew?

q. shenaynay

Methinks The Shieldmaiden hath found her spiritual gift. It's called Taking Charge, or Kicking the Mamadah Out of the Kitchen.

Shortly after Fa fell ill, my throat started feeling a tad sore. The Shieldmaiden quickly barred me from the kitchen, ostensibly out of good old Christian pity, but quite likely to a sliver of a degree out of self-preservation as well.

Today, she has produced:

whole wheat pancakes
Quiche Lorraine from scratch
a perfect batch of Snickerdoodle cookies

and as if that were not enough, for dinner she made

Mahi Mahi on a bed of some fantastic savoy cabbage and peas thingy
with
tiny red potatoes with fresh dill and olive oil
and
Apple Waldorf salad


Great Scot accurately observed that it surpassed many meals we've had in some very nice restaurants. So tonight I'm contemplating retirement from culinary pursuits. I mean, far be it from me to stand in the way of my child exercising her spiritual gifts.

And far be it from me to tell her my throat feels a bit closer to normal today.