Holy crap, you guys.
I cooked with my kids.
And it was AWESOME.
The kind of awesome that gives you faith in your children and the future of humanity and makes you think for just one tiny second that perhaps you aren’t screwing up this whole parenting thing nearly as much as you think you are.
It didn’t start out that way, of course. Those of you who know me know that I’m not much of a cook, to say the least. I don’t enjoy it, I’m not good at it, and despite the fact that I’m in charge of dinner for the girls at least four nights a week, it rarely occurs to me to plan ahead, leaving me in a mad dinner scramble more often than not.. My desire to improve my culinary competency was a big motivation for the Jewish Mother Project, and so when Rosh Hashanah came around, I didn’t hesitate. I was going to make matzah ball soup for the first time with my daughters.