As usual, I was cooking dinner with my soux chef Emma. She wants to stir and taste everything that is being cooked, and after I offered her a bite of chicken (teriyaki chicken, vegetable fried rice and potstickers, if you must know…) she said, “Momma, wick my chin.”
Me: Lick your chin? Why?
Emma: Cause, it is so ‘ticky…
Me: Gross. No, I’m not licking your chin.
Emma: Go on…taste it Momma. It gonna be soooo good.