If you have been reading my blog for a while, you are probably familiar with Stella.
If not, please allow me to introduce you:
This is Stella, my youngest daughter. Stella recently turned 4. Where Sarah (my oldest) is a lot like her father, sweet and quiet and uncomplicated (though that is starting to change a bit now that she’s entering tween territory), Stella is a lot like me: opinionated, loud, chatty, but also really affectionate and warm, and fun (though occasionally retroactively so) to be around. Just in case anyone needed further proof that she is my daughter, she also loves shoes, makeup, accessories in general, computers, my iPhone, traveling pretty much anywhere.
Stella was born in Zurich. At the ripe old age of 4, she is already a pretty experienced traveller, having visited (among others) San Franscisco, New York and surroundings, Orlando FL, Boston several times, a bunch of places in Italy, and of course Zurich and surroundings. She is perfectly at ease on a plane, and so she should be, since she has crossed the Atlantic 6 times.
Might be the travel, or the fact that she likes to see and try new things, or maybe just that she likes good food, but recently Stella has taken to reading cookbooks. In bed. Before she goes to sleep every night, she demands that we read her a cookbook.
It started with a children cookbook, something along the lines of this one (only, in German):
But most recently we have been reading this one:
One of the last things we read last night before I turned off the light was the ingredient list for Ossobuco alla Milanese.
My husband is mystified. Why in the world would a child select a cookbook as a bedtime read? Well, why not? They have pictures, they show how to make good food… it’s an interesting choice. Probably more useful than Hansel and Gretel. Maybe reading cookbooks helps her have nice dreams: dreams involving cool ingredients, mouthwatering smells and delicious food being prepared. She might be onto something.
Think about it: we could read about desserts and dream about them and then wake up feeling all satisfied without having cheated on our diets. I bet we’d wake up in a better mood too.
I’m going to have to look into this further, but right now I have to go: it’s Stella’s bedtime and tonight we are reading the recipe for Tiramisù. Sweet dreams, indeed.
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