In other Cookin' With Zah news (assuming you are not sick of Cookin' With Zah news, because I am not, will not, can not, ever get sick of Cookin' With Zah news), he's putting together his own cookbook of original recipes. Fully illustrated, too. He's taking it VERY seriously. He's got several dozen pages in a binder, and adds new ones whenever imagination strikes.
That's not to say that the original recipes are...workable, quite yet. Or even fully legible. Ezra inherited both Jason's terrible handwriting and his cavalier, improvisational approach to cooking/baking. Just eyeball the flour, it'll be fine! Don't have an egg? Use cheese! Lid fell off the cinnamon jar? Today I present the judges with Cinnamon French Toast pan-fried in cinnamon butter and topped with a blackened cinnamon crust, please enjoy.
Most of his ideas have SOME basis in reality -- he wants to bake a sweet potato pie, I can find a recipe for a sweet potato pie -- but then he chafes a bit when it's clear that we're not 100% really following his concept for a sweet potato pie. So I'm always torn between letting him experiment a little...while trying to guide him towards a somewhat edible final product. And not setting things on fire in the meantime.
Sometimes his experiments work out surprisingly well, like these spinach and blue cheese tortilla roll-ups. They were really tasty!
(His starting point was a recipe for some kind of grilled beef sandwich. We didn't have any of those ingredients so he came up with this instead.)
Other times, the result doesn't meet his expectations, like when, on Christmas Eve, he decided to add honey and chocolate chips to rice crispy treats and then top them with jelly. He dutifully ate one square and then left the rest "for Santa."
Everyone agreed that his salmon with asparagus and fried apples (both from the MasterChef Junior cookbook), on the other hand, was a fabulous dinner. But I could tell, as usual, he really wanted to put his own spin on it, as he lamented our lack of mushrooms. He thought it needed some mushrooms.
Never again, as he now provides me with a weekly shopping list.
(Note he also gets his spelling skills from his father.)
This week he requires green rice, blue cheese, chicken and "potados (any coler)," along with watermelon, fruits, lettuce and orange juice. I asked for clarification on "fruits" and was told to get whatever "looked delicious."
Yes, chef. Whatever you say, chef.