Maxidoodle is a self-proclaimed soup hater. Matters not that there are hundreds of varieties of soup out there all with their own unique tastes, if it's soup he hates it. Period.
Well, on Thursday I needed to whip up a big batch of minestrone soup. (Rich's Mom is having her other hip replaced on Monday, and we'd been trying to prepare a bunch of frozen meals to help her a wee bit through her recovery. Rich is away delivering them this weekend.) Anyway...I asked Max if he wanted to help me make the minestrone. He was all over that! He loves to help in the kitchen, and the fact that this involved using sharp knives just sweetened the situation in his eyes.
He patiently peeled carrots, chopped onion, sliced celery, and tore baby spinach. And wow, he turned out to be a natural at mincing garlic. (Probably because it was the biggest knife yet.)
He measured and stirred and learned the old adage, "A watched pot never boils."
And when it was done, he *voluntarily* tried it!
Okay, truth be told, he only ate about ten bites of it. But hey, that's nine bites more than he would have eaten otherwise.
Today I'm going to have him help me make soap...maybe then he'll voluntarily use it. :)