I was recently inspired by one of our blog friends, Mojitos & Munchkins (she’s awesome, check her out) to get in the kitchen with the kids and make some noodles.  Have you done that?  Cooked with your kids?  Without vodka?  Daring, right?

It seems terrifying.  Most adventures that involve me cooking with the kids are actually me talking them out of helping me in the kitchen, then telling them they made it so they will feel accomplished without doing anything.  I might be creating my own new brand of helpless over-achievers.  Watch out previous little snowflakes, you are going to have my kids to have to deal with!

But, this recipe seemed simple and relevant.  It was for homemade noodles that didn’t require a lot of weird equipment or weird ingredients.  And something my kids would actually eat.  Unlike the banana and apple salad (which was just poorly diced apples and poorly diced bananas).  Or the sugar bombs of nutella and peanut butter mixed together, slathered over pretzels with graham cracker crumbs sprinkled on top.  Sounds yummy, right?  Don’t make prior to a dentist appointment.

I do want my children to be able to cook and be self sufficient.  With all the time spent writing here about what an awesome mom I am, I want them to be taking care of themselves!  I’m busy telling people I’m an awesome mom!  So we jumped in.

Somebody else’s Grandma’s Noodles

Thank goodness for Grandmas that share recipes, right?

Reading over her blog post, it sounded simple.  You can check out her recipe here.

We got through it pretty successfully, I’d say.  I mean, we made our own noodles, that’s kind of a win.  Yes, you can tell, we did completely demolish table cloth.  We mixed, we rolled, we threw flour at each other.  The noodles were likely undercooked them, but with a ton of butter, everything tastes good, right? It was a win!  And also suggest cooking them longer if this is the first time you’ve ever made noodles.  I guarantee you didn’t roll them thin enough.

Have you cooked with kids sober?  Were you committed afterwards?  Tell us about it – comment below or continue the conversation on the Bleeping Motherhood facebook page.