We cook. Often. And a lot.
It's crossed my mind that we could be burning Marco out on the whole experience. He can't believe his good fortune when he gets to have dino nuggets or a corn dog, instead of veal involtini or homemade sausage.
Last night he asked why we like cooking so much. We explained that it's fun time to share together and you get to make the food exactly how you want it.
"If I cooked this dinner, I could've done what I wanted?"
"Yes, do you have any ideas how you'd change it to make it better?"
"Sure! I guess instead of the mushrooms, I would've put chicken in it. And instead of the spinach, I'd like green beans! But I like the orechiette ear pasta, so I'd keep that... maybe more pasta cheese... I can't wait to be old enough to cook!"
I guess I'll spend my time worrying about something else.