Party at the Taco Cave
This is a perfect example of how technology makes life better.
Santa brought Isaac a book that he LOVES to read, called Dragons Love Tacos. The book is a public service announcement to a young boy about Dragons, their love of tacos (which they get at Taco Cave, in the story), and they hatred of spicy salsa. Isaac is absolutely enthralled with the book, especially the page where the Dragons burn down the house because of the spicy salsa.
So earlier this week Mom had an awesome idea. We would Skype with Nanna and P-Pa and both groups would make tacos, careful, of course, to avoid the spicy salsa. Around 4:30 we set up the computer in the kitchen. Mom was at her post (the stove) and Dad and Isaac were on the far side of the kitchen island. Mom would cut ingredients and Isaac would chop them up with his wooden cut cut (I made him one for Christmas, but he demanded a bigger chef style knife made of wood as well, so I obliged; one of the beauties of having an awesome band saw).
Isaac did well until, well, the salsa came out. It was a little spicy (Isaac loves saying the phrase "spicy salsa" BTW). Isaac breathed fire on his taco-eating grandparents, even through Skype. He breathed fire on his Mom and Dad. Despite that, the tacos came out great. I forgot how awesome tacos are, the perfect size and mixture of crunchy and creamy and chewy. Isaac also loved his tacos and I think his grandparents enjoyed watching him make and eat them. I know we did.
So huzzah to Mom and Skype.
Santa brought Isaac a book that he LOVES to read, called Dragons Love Tacos. The book is a public service announcement to a young boy about Dragons, their love of tacos (which they get at Taco Cave, in the story), and they hatred of spicy salsa. Isaac is absolutely enthralled with the book, especially the page where the Dragons burn down the house because of the spicy salsa.
So earlier this week Mom had an awesome idea. We would Skype with Nanna and P-Pa and both groups would make tacos, careful, of course, to avoid the spicy salsa. Around 4:30 we set up the computer in the kitchen. Mom was at her post (the stove) and Dad and Isaac were on the far side of the kitchen island. Mom would cut ingredients and Isaac would chop them up with his wooden cut cut (I made him one for Christmas, but he demanded a bigger chef style knife made of wood as well, so I obliged; one of the beauties of having an awesome band saw).
Isaac did well until, well, the salsa came out. It was a little spicy (Isaac loves saying the phrase "spicy salsa" BTW). Isaac breathed fire on his taco-eating grandparents, even through Skype. He breathed fire on his Mom and Dad. Despite that, the tacos came out great. I forgot how awesome tacos are, the perfect size and mixture of crunchy and creamy and chewy. Isaac also loved his tacos and I think his grandparents enjoyed watching him make and eat them. I know we did.
So huzzah to Mom and Skype.