I set nine-year-old T to peeling lemons and limes at the table for lemonade and called twelve-year-old B in for his assignment.
"Somewhere in the fridge there is ground beef. Your mission is to find it and cook it, with chili spices."
He responded by taunting me, "So, oregano?"
They know how I feel about fusion. My answer was predictable. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Innocently: "Why not?"
"Because oregano is ITALIAN. Chili is MEXICAN. Use cayenne and garlic or the chili powder."
"Garlic is Asian."
Then chimed in T, "Chili powder is a lazy person's way out of not having to cut up chiles."
Well, I officially give up. They're opinionated enough about cooking now to do just fine.
"Somewhere in the fridge there is ground beef. Your mission is to find it and cook it, with chili spices."
He responded by taunting me, "So, oregano?"
They know how I feel about fusion. My answer was predictable. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Innocently: "Why not?"
"Because oregano is ITALIAN. Chili is MEXICAN. Use cayenne and garlic or the chili powder."
"Garlic is Asian."
Then chimed in T, "Chili powder is a lazy person's way out of not having to cut up chiles."
Well, I officially give up. They're opinionated enough about cooking now to do just fine.