So, as I posted earlier today, my little Jack came to me yesterday afternoon and told me he was making a snack, and that he'd written a recipe.
Here is what his recipe card looked like.
Tammy got it exactly right (which absolutely amazed me and my husband!) - it was two pieces of bread, a slice of cheese, and an apple.
How do I know this?
Because a moment later - he brought me his finished product.
I just sat there staring at his creation ready to burst into simultaneous laughter and tears.
At what he'd made.
At the preciousness of his creativity.
At the expression of pride on his face.
I took his picture, then he carefully carried his completed recipe down the hallway to show his Dad.
A few hours (i.e. a very long, wonderful afternoon nap) later, I returned to the kitchen, and found this on the table.
I have not laughed that hard at food. Ever.
I asked Jack, "What did you name your recipe?"
He smiled and answered very matter-of-factly, "An apple and cheese hamburger."
I, however, will forever remember it as "The Jackburger".