Saturday I made pesto rolls. They worked well. Take a cinnamon roll and replace yummy sweet goo with pesto. Just as delicious, but a totally different creature.
When Sophia was two, we made bread every week at her mother-toddler program (Waldorf school in town which I think is probably pretty freaky these days but had a nice mother-toddler class). Maeve hasn't played with dough before. We sang the song: Knead the dough, knead the dough, press it down and watch it grow.
I finished the job. They were a long process but it's more time than work. And they turned out perfect.
2 comments:
Sounds delicious! And looks like fun!
"Maeve hasn't played with dough before." One of the things that I like about how you're raising your kids is that you know what they're up to, what they've learned, what they've done or haven't before.
That one sentence reflects all the care and attention you dedicate to the girls' upbringing.
Cool.
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