It's all in the crust.

I am uploading blogs and photos at the same time. That said, the next one is about cooking too. Really, Turner and I do hang out in places beyond the kitchen.

Two weeks ago the market had strawberries for $1.00. They were amazing. Turner and I even found one package that had dirt in it. This, we discussed, meant they must be the freshest ones. Turner is a master at picking out produce. He asks why we need two packages. I want to make a strawberry pie. Oh, he says, I would love some strawberry pie.
Turner does not like strawberries. He eats strawberry ice cream, and he loves those little strawberry candies that are gooey in the middle, but he has never even tried a real strawberry. I explain to him what is in the pie. He says, I know. I just like to eat the crust.
Turner is so helpful in the kitchen. One of his chores is to "help" me make dinner, which I figured would mean I was cooking and he was eating snacks. But, the day we came home to make the pie crust I saw again how resourceful he can be. I charged him with getting ingredients out of the refrigerator. Then he broke up the shortening in the flour. Our pie was done so quickly it seemed.
We made pizza that night for dinner. Turner took care of the dough while I made the sauce. Our pizza was in the oven in ten minutes.