Sunday 29th May 2011
“Can you give me a hand to make dinner please Zeph?”
He’s rolling about on his bed. He spends much of his time doing this.
“What have we got Daddy?” He asks popping his head out from under the covers.
“Come and have a look?” I encouraged.
That seemed to do the trick.
“First put 3 spoonfuls of pesto on there and spread it out but don’t touch the edges.” I warned.
“What happens if I go over the edge.” He asked as he stared to spread it over the puff pastry.
“Not much…” I said. “…it just makes it harder for the sides to rise.”
Once he’d finished spreading he ran off. I prepared the tamatoes and mozzarella and called him back.
“Right, now you have to put these in three rows, like this.”
“What is it Daddy?” He asked.
“It’s mozzarella…” I said. “…Cheese.”
“No, not that. What are we making?”
“Ooh, dunno. Some sort of pie thing with pesto.” I tried to explain.
“Oh so it’s like a pesto pie.”
And so it came to be.
It actually didn’t turn out how I had hope. I think we over filled it.
Eyes bigger than our bellies. 😉