What is so great about my kitchen helper is that she puts so much love into what she is making that tasting good is the only possible outcome. I have lost that love, dinner is something I whip up after rushing home just to get something, anything, edible on the table. Some days it’s good, some days the whole family sighs at the smell, others I stop right in the  middle and we order take away.

But with her helping I can slow down again. I can enjoy the splashing of sauces and the best mid cooking taste tests.