the little chef

He was hungry.  I said "I have goat cheese."  And there was the seed of inspiration for a whole new dish, by the chef known as little brother.

Chevre, almonds and honey. 

The best part: he ate it. 

(In the last years, little brother comes to the table and resists whatever is put in front of him, no matter what it is.  Unless it is sweet.)

I ate it too.  As did the Daddy.  And do you know, it was really good!  The chevre was mild, like cream cheese.  What should we call this dish?  "Little creamy sweet balls, rolled lightly in almonds"?

Little brother doesn't care.  He just loved the experience of being independent and doing something for himself and others (with a great big knife).