The Little Guy's Learning to Cook

The little guy, my youngest of two, who's not little at all, but who'll be the little one in my book for life, shows a good deal of resistance to learning to do anything more than pour milk on his cereal - which I don't think we can seriously classify as cooking. But then along comes the dish that he loves best of all and Mum's not always willing to get up off her spreading backside to make it for him, yes, it's Bananas and Rum. So here I am in the loft at my iMac and down there in the kitchen he's working away over a hot stove - for the buttery smell of pan fried bananas is wafting up the stairs... oooo,and there it is... the aroma of dark rum as it evaporates on hitting the pan.

One day some gorgeous girl is going to be so impressed when he says 'would you like to come in for coffee, and maybe I could make you a bite to eat...' at which point he deftly sautées diagonally sliced bananas to golden brown, shakes over a smidgeon of soft brown sugar followed by a slug of dark dark rum and a casual pouring of cream to miraculously produce a silky sauce.

Well she'll be lucky - he's never offered to make them for me.