(Little) D's Cookery Corner

At the start, when he was a toddler, we called him Houtini - forever vanishing in the garden and making things disappear in the house - as he grew he became Little D and this week he's announced he wants to drop the 'Little' and we can't blame him. Little doesn't imply that he'll break your knees when he sits on them, and he will, he's even outstripping the size of clothes he's supposed to be in by three years. He'll get to the point soon where they'll ask him for ID. Whether this is down to the good life or even good food is to be seen. There is one thing for sure that from a young age he has cooked with us, or watched us cook. This week he wanted to try his hand at pizzas, so crack out the stool - we have high worktops - and up he goes to learn how to make pizza dough. Welcome to Little D's, sorry, D's Cookery Corner.

D's Cookery Corner

He's a dab hand at slapping dough down and pushing it around, though this it somewhat far from kneading. It's more kneeling it with malice and glee. If he was a wrestler, his opponent wouldn't stand a chance as he does the stretch the dough and swing mode.

Learning to knead pizza dough

Though we have to give him a hand with rolling out the pizza base. The enjoyment here is that he's making one pizza to eat now and several more to freeze, this will see him through several weeks of pizza munching. He's really into food tastes at the moment, spoons dip, sometimes fingers, there are smears across cheeks. There are moments when making the sauce we can hear him trying the ingredients. We open the canned tomatoes and he tries it, soon we hear the words, 'That's awful, who'd eat that?' (We don't tell him about Bloody Mary's). Soon as the sauce is done these views change to, 'My god, that's the best sauce ever. Mummy, I think I'm better at this than you'. Modesty never goes hand in hand with children. Children are Gods. The rest of us are mere mortals who can cook but not as well as children. In fact we can't do anything better than them. Children are stuck in back seat driver mode.

Rolling pizza bases

It doesn't take to put the sauce on though there are moment when we have to wrestle the spoon off him and tell him less is more. He takes to grating the cheese with aplomb, though there are a few moments of, 'Can you stop eating all the cheese, D?' This is followed by us putting on the chorizo and having to yell at him, 'Can you stop eating all the chorizo, D?' He hasn't changed from the two year old who ate all the raisins when baking rock buns. He sees it go in the oven and sets the timer. We can hear him counting down as we clean up, ten minutes is a lot of counting. It seems this pizza will have some fanfare before it reaches the table. Ping, and there are cries of, 'It's ready! It's ready! Get it out! Get it out! It'll ruin!' It comes out and sure enough we are asked to photograph it several times, share it on Facebook, tell his friend's Mums. Announce that he is a master pizza maker.

Pizza reveal

What does he think of his pizza? 'It was lovely'. D then announces that he thinks he's a better cook than Mummy, well especially when it comes to pizza making. That when he grows up he'll be cooking them everyday. We sit down and talk about balanced diets as he asks whether he can have bread with it. We blame Andrew's old University friend for this who introduced Andrew to this weird and compelling way of eating pizza, on a sandwich.

Proud pizza makers, make your own

In the end though we have a proud little cook, even if he doesn't want to be called little anymore and who can blame him? He's nearly the same height as his Mummy.

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