In the kitchen

She is vibrant 10 year old girl and my only girl. She loves to help out and be in the kitchen and be my assistant. When I am baking you will definitely see her across the table/counter with me. She diligently goes over the ingredients a couple of times to make sure everything is set and lines them up accordingly.

She loves to go too culinary school. We sent her to this Junior Chef class and she fell in love with it. Unfortunately, she is too big (age wise) for the next class and too young to fit in.

She hasn’t lose hope that one day she will be like her Uncle Chef Mark.

Inset picture: She made the Ube Halaya from scratch. I was just there to make sure she doesn’t get burn and turn on and off the stove.

Kids loves to be with Kuya. He is my first born and my only boy. When kids, who knows Kuya they go gaga when he is around. At 16, he still loves to play and cares for his sister and cousins and neighbor kids dearly.

He also loves to cooked and my loyal helper. He is my extra hands when I need one. He helps chopped, sliced and cleaned up when I am in the kitchen. When I start cooking or baking you will see that the kitchen get crowded easily.

Sometimes I run out of idea who will helped me with what because they already are doing what I was gonna tell them.

He asked a lot of questions when it comes too cooking. He wants to be nurse like her Tita Joan. I hope that he will pursue and finish nursing for I am backing him up all the way.

Inset pictures: Showed him how to sliced it and the rest is history.

One more thing or two. When they are in the kitchen it’s a riot and no one seems to be liking in cleaning up the mess and washing things. Just a thought that I always ended being the human dishwasher…