Our PNW kitchen is maybe now broken in; last night we made falafel, a family favorite and a recipe we all work on together. It’s historically been hard for me to share the kitchen, but I’m learning. It helps that I have the best tiny sous chef ever.
I managed to use the wrong blade in the food processor at first, knock the lid onto my head as I was sweeping up some chickpea detritus and serve dinner a half an hour late. Still, it was delicious.