An Angel Making Deviled Eggs
Yes, he is an Angel. Yes, he is my son. No, he is not a "Mama's boy." Yes, I dote over him like crazy. No, he doesn't say "aw, Mom" when I hug him and kiss him and pinch his cheeks and rub his ear lobes. Yes, he is definitely a cutie pie. No, he doesn't like math. Yes, he does like helping Big Dad in the kitchen. And, Yes, he is going to be a heartbreaker some day - but when he does get married, he is going to make one young lady a very lucky gal - why? Well, one reason is that he likes to cook.
Oh, how he and Big Dad slaved in the kitchen over the eggs while Matthew learned to carve out the centers.
Okay, well maybe they didn't slave all that much.
Big Dad (aka Big Bear) showed his boy how to slice the eggs without slicing a finger.
And I think he was quite proud of himself for having sharpened his knife so well.
Here are 11 perfectly sliced dented hard boiled eggs. It doesn't take much to make a man happy, let me tell ya. (I'll bet you counted those eggs didn't ya?) Fortunately for us, we didn't have to count fingers at the end of this tutorial.
He showed Matthew how to spoon out the yolk. Matthew paid close attention.
And then he tried it himself. I watched in amazement as my son held the egg with tender loving care and spooned out the yolk. (I know, I'm being a mush, but hey, that's because I can!)
Matthew said "See Mom! Watch what I do with this little sucker." "Okay, show me my handsome prince."
And so I watched him as he learned to do something new.
I mean, this was no big deal maybe to you and me, but to our son it was a great time. It was a memory making moment. It was time with Dad and time with Mom and a glorifying sense of achievement. I'm so glad we had deviled eggs the other night.