Comfort Food

Today is a day of firsts in the Arrington household. For me, it was my first time making a soufflé, and the fact that it turned out and that I have rambunctious children about made it that much more of an accomplishment for me.        

                                        
                                                             chocolate souffle recipe

                                           

 For my daughter Rachael, It was her first time getting stung by a bee, but the good news is she’s not allergic like her mommy, and all seems well. She is now watching TV and eating chocolate soufflé with her sister, and is much calmer than the way she arrived home tonight.

 The neighbors had kindly invited to take Rachael with them and their daughter Megumi to a vacation Bible school at their church. Rachael had been so excited to go ever since the moment they asked, and I felt quite safe sending her there, so I readily agreed for her to go. I questioned my motherly instinct thought when she arrived home this evening.

It was after supper time when I was doing the dishes that I turned around to see the neighbors van pull in our drive way. I whiped my hands on a towel and then went to the door to meet my daughter.

When I opened the door though, not only did I meet a red eyed, sniffling daughter of mine, but also her neighbor friend’s parents. I let them all inside worrying about what had happened, but all the while stayed calm and politely greeted them while bending down to take off Rachael’s polka-dot rain boots and to hold her.

The pour neighbors seemed nervous as they apologetically explained to me that the only thing that had happened was that my daughter had been playing outside on a dome climber, not knowing that there were bees inside the bars.  By the time she had climbed up to the top of the dome, it had disturbed the bees nest and the bees came out to seek revenge.

Upon realizing that a bee army was emerging out of the bars, my daughter dropped to the ground and then tried to crawl out between the bars, but got her leg stuck. On that leg was right where an angry bee got his revenge and stung her.
Whiping a tear from Rachael's face, I was sorry that she got stung, but was also relieved that getting stung was the only thing had happened. After thanking and saying goodbye to the neighbors, I carried Rachael to the kitchen and sat her on the counter. Moving about the kitchen, I then preceded to open the cupboards and get out two bowls, then two spoons.

It was working, I had her interest now. While taking spoonful’s of fluffy chocolate cake out of the pan and putting it into the bowls, and a few in Rachael’s little mouth, I became grateful that my first soufflé was helping to take Rachael's mind off her first bee sting. She started looking more peaceful now, and confirmed my presumption she did a big sigh.

 I turned to look her in the eyes and asked if she was feeling better. She looked up and replied, “Yes, but I started feeling better when they told me that the bee died when he stung me.” she said while still chewing her mouthful of cake.

It was a good thing that I was to shocked by her response to laugh for instead I said “oh,” and took her off the counter leading her into the living room to eat and watch TV with her sister. I then left the room in time before laughter overtook me and lightened my worried mothers heart.