A lot of times I wonder if I am the only parent who can't cook for their own child. Maybe I'm not and it just feels that way. Seeing how she has food allergies and can't eat most foods from the store, I have decided to try to cook for her more often, that way she can try new stuff and not eat the same things week after week.
The other day I decided to make some chocolate pudding for everyone to eat. Now the fact that I am making it at home means my daughter can eat it because the ingredients will be nut allergy safe. I was so happy that she could finally partake in all the food we were going to eat. Excitement over took me and I grabbed the cocoa powder, milk, vanilla, etc. I put the pan on the stove and poured in all of my ingredients. Okay, it states that I am suppose to bring it to a boil and cook it on medium heat. My thinking was how on earth is it going to come to a boil on medium heat. HI heat is what I felt would bring it to a boil, so that is what I did. As I was stirring the ingredients together in the pot, my father came down the stairs and announced to me that it smelled like something was burning. I told him it smells like that but my pudding wasn't burning. He proceeded to walk over to where I was diligently stirring and looked into the pan. He noticed that there were clumps in the pudding. I told him it was pieces that I just didn't feel like breaking up. I was then told by him to take the metal spoon out and use a wooden one because it was scraping "stuck pudding" off the bottom of the pan. Well, I'll have you know, that I somewhat thought that I knew what I was doing, so everything had to be fine. I left the metal spoon in and continued to cook it. Then my daughter came into the room and looked into the pan. I asked her if she wanted to help and she excitedly agreed. Oh what joy, mother and daughter making chocolate pudding together!!! After some time, I took it off the stove and transferred it to a bowl to cool off. Then I realized, there was pudding stuck at the bottom of the pan and it did somewhat smell like it was burnt. I thought if we put cool whip in it, then it could mask the flavor. So I put it in the fridge to cool off until we are done with our lunch.
After everyone was done, it was time for the pudding. I warned everyone that it had a funny taste and smell, but they could still try it. My mother and I poured the pudding into small bowls and included a cookie for each person. We also put a dollop of cool whip on top. Now it was time for me to make my daughter's bowl. As I was pouring it in, she came over and looked at it and looked up at me and said, "I am going to get a popsicle". And down the stairs she ran for her popsicle.
I try to include her with the rest of us (food wise) as much as possible. Figuring I made this, she could eat it. Well, I guess there is always next time. I am better at baking vs. cooking. Maybe I will make a cake the next time and she will partake in that. So, for now I will leave the homemade pudding alone and buy it from the store.Copyright © 2010 Allergykidmom. All rights reserved