The short ribs were a big hit. I had to bite my tongue and reel myself in (old habits die oh, so hard) as I coached Jimmy through different tasks to prepare dinner, but it was definitely worth every ounce of self-control I exerted. He glowed with a sense of accomplishment after, was willing to try two new dishes, and loved everything he cooked.
This old dog is gonna learn new tricks, even if it kills her.
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I've tried so hard to have the kids help make dinner without freaking out on them, but I'm too anal about things, I'm afraid. :( I think it's getting easier as they get older, but usually I'm just wanting to get it over with and they do things wrong, etc. Lol. But.... the few times we've done it and I didn't freak out, they've loved it and have good memories of it. Need to do it more often...
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