Mother Knows Best

My mother has effectively taken control of the kitchen in my daycare.

Result?

Food consumption has doubled and waste is minimum.

Today, a simple vegetable soup made from scratch with a high quality "pastene" (tiny pasta for broth), was devoured by everyone.

Not that they weren't eating before with my sister running the show, held back a little by the silliness of strictly following a government guide line (don't care what anyone says, the state will always trail behind the established culinary habits of societies that stretch back centuries. I'll tell you one thing, when we were using a recommended menu it was met with a yawn. Add a balanced and healthy dash of Italian flavor and panache, and presto! Major hit. Here in Quebec, Italian food is enormously popular), but there's something to a matriarch's touch that seems to deliciously cut to the stomachs of children.

My mother (as most are likely apt to do) can rewrite any "guide line" as she slices cheese with one hand, cracking an egg with the other, while magically creating a devine risotto with what I swear to be a third hand.