Our eight-years-old daughter achieved a culinary milestone of sorts a couple of days ago. She prepared batter for crepes all by herself. She started from searching for a recipe on her iPad, then proceeded to get the measuring cups and ingredients out and mix everything up practically before any of the adults were out of bed. The adults were very much motivated to get up when she announced that the next step would be to fire up the stove and start baking.
In the process or breaking eggs by hitting them against each other, she discovered an egg boxing champion in our carton of eggs. Strictly speaking, she didn’t confirm that it was an undisputed champion (which was a good thing, because the remaining eggs were needed for other dishes). But the champion did not crack after being hit against the table surface, the spoon, the pot, the iPad (I didn’t ask if she had tried it, and she didn’t tell) and the chef’s forehead. After that, it was retired back to the carton with honours. I guess, the other eggs did not dare to dispute the championship.
