Nick and I were at the fish counter last night, picking up some shrimp for dinner. The case was decorated with several little piles of bright red crawfish. Nick insisted that we take some home. He wanted to make dinner.
He prepared the salad, honing his knife skills. I showed him how to slice an onion and how to peel and seed a cucumber. All went well until he began halving cherry tomatoes. One of the smaller ones rolled away from him mid-knife stroke, and he sliced his thumb. Yikes! A little Neosporin and a band-aid, however, and he had recovered.
Nick decorated the salad bowl with three crawfish, and we served the salad with grilled shrimp, more crawfish, and warm bread. A wonderful dinner, prepared with love by my son.