Message: This afternoon we had burgers and fries for dinner. I (dad) was in charge of cooking the burgers and fries, and I decided to make dirty fries out several whole potatoes. Easy enough right?
Once the burgers were on the grill, cooking next to the onions, it was time to cut up the potatoes into slices and ready them for the deep fryer.
Often when I'm cooking in the kitchen, Emmett likes to toddle his way over to me and be picked up to see what's going on. I supposed it's only natural since I was always welcomed to be held or drag-myself-a-chair-over-and-watch as a child in my parent's kitchen.
Happy to pick him up and let him be involved, he reached forward for one of the whole, unwashed, raw potatoes sitting on the counter. Watching him spin it over and over in his hands trying to study it made me smile. I figured I wasn't going to get that particular potato back anytime soon, so I set him down on the floor to finish studying it while I continued with another potato.
Thirty seconds later, he got up and was walking around the kitchen taking bites out of the potato, spitting them out on the floor, and continuing on his way. A bit later I traded him an apple slice for his potato, and what I got back was the remains of a potato that looked like it had been shot several times with 00 buckshot. Pieces of raw potato lay everywhere on the kitchen floor, and he couldn't have been happier.
I suppose now would be a good time to mention he's working on a new tooth on the top row!