I sliced and toasted the polenta.
K boiled the obligatory noodles. Somen today. Poor guy, he's bemused anyone could possibly pass up a chance to eat some kind of noodle delight- let alone prefer polenta.
Amy picked the tomatoes and the cucumber- and two eggplants and a goya which weren't on her 'shopping list'. Oh well. Then she sliced the cucumbers and chose a plate for them.
Meg made dessert.
Blueberry's painstakingly skewered on toothpicks and then frozen. Lucky for our teeth they only had about 30 minutes in there before we ate them.
The chefs were incredibly proud of themselves:
So, we sat down, said itadakimasu, and started lunch:
"Do you like the tomatoes mummy?"
"Yes, Amy. They're yummy."
"There's red ones and yellow ones. Try both, OK?"
"Mummy? Did you try the cucumber?"
"Yes, Amy. It's very nicely sliced."
"The knife is a bit sharp but if you're careful, I think you could do it."
Hmm, slight tickly piece of polenta there...
"Eat the blueberries!"
"They're really good Meg."
"It's pretty tricky but I think they're yummier this way, yeah?"
"Do you want me to tell you the recipe?"
I'm afraid that was the exact moment a rather crunchy, scratchy, tickly piece of polenta stuck in my throat causing a near hysterical , tears running down my face kind of coughing fit.
Sheesh, how did I get blessed with two such generous and talented culinary prodigies?