I wrote last week that I planned to get the kids more involved in the kitchen. My hope is to not only have a fun, together activity, but to try and broaden their food choices (my son is on a strict, self-induced chicken nuggets, French fries, eggs and hot dog diet, with the sometimes piece of pizza and baked chicken). So while at the store this weekend, I picked up a mound of pizza dough, ready to be rolled out and topped with cheese and other favorites.
I was so excited Saturday night as we got the pizzas ready. There was flour everywhere, but I didn’t care. My daughter, 3, had it on her knees, her dress, her face. My son poured pizza sauce on the pies, and the kitchen island. Then they put cheese and pepperoni on their pizza and cheese, tomatoes and basil on mine.
Patiently, well, not really, they waited. And then I put the pieces on their plates in front of them.
And they promptly picked the pieces apart and ate sauce on baked pizza crust. Well, part of my evening plan worked!
