The Kitchen God / El dios de la cocina

Aunque estoy orgullosa de mis destrezas culinarias, todovia tengo algo de modestia como para llamarme la diosa de la cocina. En realidad estoy referiendome a Emilio. Hace unos dias me di cuenta que él me puede ver desde la cuna por que ya se puede impulsar hacia arriba con las manos y levantar la cabeza. Me parece que es como un dios omnipresente que me mira fijamente para asegurarse que cocino lo que le gusta. Me encanta saludarlo desde allí y hacerlo reir a larga distancia.

You might think that in a momentary lapse of modesty, I intended the title of this post to refer to me, but, no, it refers to Emilio. I discovered the other day that when I'm cooking, he is able to raise his head up over the crib bumpers and watch me, like an omnipresent god who wants to make sure I'm cooking what he likes. Now that I know he's watching, I just love saying "hi" to him from the kitchen and waving at him to make him smile. Lucky for me, he's a god of forgiveness (except for that one time when he projectile-vomitted that dried-apricot puré I made for him).