"I would like to make a dinner by myself, like pick out the stuff and do it."
You don't have to tell me twice. I don't fight people for that job. Though when the volunteer is under 12 that really means, "I want to make dinner with you helping," which is just as good really. Better.
So on a Sunday afternoon we sprinkle yeast in a bowl of warm water and watch it bubble.
We knead and pound and throw pizza dough high in the air.
Because….process over product right?
Because they aren't going to have hours of unspoken for Sunday afternoons forever.
And this one was very, very good.

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Great memories and love that he is not above wearing a flowery apron. 🙂