Freya bakes

My daughter is really starting to take after me in so many ways I think. I see myself in her young years, spending time at her mother's side; learning the skills of a cook for her future years. She recently made some wonderfully tasting red pesto & Parmesan twists.

Life's too short to made puff pastry so I bought it. I directed & supervised her cutting the pack in half, then flouring, rolling, turning & rolling her pastry to make two fairly evenly sized squares.

She spread one square with the red pesto and then sprinkled that with plenty of freshly grated Parmesan. She topped it off with the other pastry square before cutting it into strips; giving each a little twist to create a lovely shape before I put them in the oven for her.

I was told when the cooking time was up to take them out of the oven (a little overbooked, but not quite burnt) before she carefully transferred them to a cooling rack.

Seal of approval given from her, her dad, brother & myself; they tasted fantastic and she did so well to make them with the absolute minimal intervention or help from me. (I can see future battles for kitchen domain coming in years to come!)