From the kitchen of Eleanor

I’m not the only cook in this household. Eleanor loves watching over my shoulder in the kitchen. Well, really she loves pushing me aside, sticking a wooden spoon into whatever I’m making and flinging it across the counter, but I try to keep her behind me.

She has her own play kitchen, too, and she’s quite the avant-garde chef. Lately, she’s been tinkering with her fruit salad recipe, but I’m not sure whether she’s willing to divulge it to the public. As you can see, she already has one loyal customer.