Jessi made her first gumbo! I dumped in some oil and some flour. She stirred. I added some more flour. She stirred. I added some more oil. She stirred. She said . . I think I know the consistency you’re wanting. I think she meant . . leave me alone . . I can do it without your help! So, I chopped onions, chopped pepper, took the dog for a walk, put more clothes in the dryer, came back and the gumbo was done. Really, she asked me a couple of times if it was browning too fast or if it was brown enough. I think she’d been reading about making gumbo because she knew exactly what to do.
When she told Chad she had made it and it was easy, he said “I told you it was easy!” Men!!