Do you know the number one risk to tasty food?
Bad attitudes spoil everything, food included. Yes, sometimes the most well-intentioned recipes fail, but you can always order pizza or buy a replacement cake. But when an hour of angry infuses meal prep? Mad-at-your-family cooking settles so deep into your tastebuds not even takeout tastes good.
Which is why we sing and dance in the kitchen. If the food’s happy, it tastes great.
If we yell or sulk or snap, it’s rotten.
So this was a big problem when a sour mood took over while the kids made cookies. Littlest snatched the spoon from Eldest, knocking flour from the bowl. Eldest snapped at Littlest so loud the screech reverberated off the walls and fell into the cookie batter.
“Hey!” I stepped away from simmering soup and sat at the table. “How do you think those are going to taste after all this fighting?”
Littlest looked at Eldest and then into the bowl. Eldest glanced at the dough and then across the room.
“Oh no,” Littlest whispered, “They’re going to be ruined!”
Luckily, I told them, I have a special spell for saving bad mood food. It requires the batter, a spoon, magic words, and is guaranteed.
The Littlest Sister takes the spoon first. She must look into Eldest Sisters eyes and tell her the thing she likes most about her. It must be truthful and said with sincerity.
“You are smart,” Littlest said to Eldest, who rolled her eyes.
“Okay, your turn.”
The older sister then takes the spoon. Eldest held it by only her pinky finger and blinked in Littlest’s direction. “You are funny.”
Littlest’s turn. “You are kind.”
Eldest’s. “You’re kind too.”
“You’re very creative.”
Eldest grips the spoon and turns to face her sister. “You’re doing really good with your reading.”
“You play games with me.”
“You hug me.”
“You tell me stories.”
“You sleep with me when I’m scared of the dark.”
“I like your singing.”
“You’re good at Minecraft.”
“You hold my hand when we cross the street.”
“You like me even when I’m mean.”
“You like me even when I fart.”
The spell has worked when the laughter begins. The food is happy. At this point, both must hold the spoon together and chant into the dough,
I love my sister, I love my sister, I love my sister!
Also, it helps to sing.
Like I said, satisfaction guaranteed.