Monday 29th August 2011
“Here Zeph, look at this…” I was showing him the juices left behind in the roasting tin. “…that’s what’s left in the pan after you roast the chicken.”
He peered in unimpressed. He was more interested in finishing his fruit & getting back to jumping on his bed. This wasn’t the right time for a ‘life lesson’, as far as he was concerned.
“Now you put a little water in the pan…” I moved over to the tap. “…just enough to cover the bottom.” I said as I brought the pan down to his level.
His nose wrinkled at the oily liquid.
“Then you get this…” I grabbed a silicone pastry brush. “…and can you see all those little bits stuck to the bottom?”
Now I had his attention. This was my chance to impart my culinary knowledge to the heir to my kitchen utensils.
“Can I do that?” He asked taking the brush from me.
“Careful ‘cos it’s hot.” I warn.
He jabs at the pan for a few seconds then hands it back. I surged on with my lesson undeterred.
“As it heats up, all the bits…” I said trailing off.
He had walked out of the kitchen.
“Are you listening to me?” I called after him, still stirring.
“No, not really.” He replies thoughtfully.
“Am I boring you?” I asked, understanding that the pull of jumping on the bed is not easy to resist.
He’s nothing if not honest, I guess. 😉