So, I have a problem when parenting. It went like this. On Sunday just past, my eight-year-old expressed his desire to make pasta dough again, which I agreed to but successfully negotiated to preparing it on the Sunday (the dough) then making it (the pasta) on the Monday after Bounce class. As bad luck would have it his pet fish died on the Monday, so we skipped Bounce for an afternoon of mourning for his fish, pasta making and playing with his new yoyo, which is the latest trend at his school.
My son announced he wanted to make his OWN pasta and in a moment of weakness (which happens every day really) I said yes. I was also romanticising how nice it would be to make pasta dough with my son using the pasta maker I received as a gift from my mum many years ago (don’t ask how long!) but have only used once (which was about two weeks ago).
The trouble was we did not start making the pasta dough till just before 5 pm. I already had some dough ready to go, but my son was still making his own dough and was determined to make it himself. At this stage I was torn between the thought of making homemade pasta with my son and the fact we would not be eating till 8 pm which was our child’s bedtime. With that I got started on making the tofu pasta sauce (It’s an amazing pasta sauce and I need to share it here).
6 pm came along just in time that night. My husband has always worked remotely, so when I saw it was 6 pm. I asked to come down and help with ‘no judgement of my parenting mistake’.
In short, there was chaos in the kitchen, the pasta was done, and we had a happy child… well mostly, because he was still sad about his fish. And the bonus was that my husband enjoyed the vegan pasta I made, but he admitted it tasted a bit like rice noodles. AND I really need to be a bit more realistic when making meals during the week!