I have been writing about cooking with kids since I started blogging. I think it is one of the greatest undertakings a parent can engage in. Since the beginning, I have referred to these posts as “Cooking with Kids”. No more. Over the holidays we came up wiith a new name, all because of my daughter Alison – age 8.
Just look at that adorable face! My Mom calls her a gute neshome – Yiddish for a good soul, and she really is all that. However, she has also traced a path of havoc and destruction never before seen in human existence. For this, her nickname since infancy has been Beezil (short for Beelzebub) .
All kids have disasters in and out of the kitchen. When she has them they are just always worse than you’d expect – with splatter patterns that would make Gil Grissom proud. So we were stressing getting ready for the Holidays, Alison decided to drop an egg. It struck the slightly ajar cabinet door beneath and splattered over a stack of nested Pyrex bowls, coating all of them.
As an homage to the unbelievable Executive Transvestite Eddie Izzard, we have now decided to call our family cooking experiences:
We love you Beez!