When Jos and Luke were younger they had a babysitter everyday after school. For years, sweet Sophia walked home with my guys in rain, snow, hail, bitter cold and unbearable heat. Over time she started to feel like part of our family. Driving her home each day I would hear about what was going on in her life and most days, that meant talking about food. Twelve years old when she started as our sitter, but her kitchen skills were far beyond many adults I've known. We traded recipes and restaurant reviews even if I was more than twice her age. She'd tell me what she made for dinner the day before and what she hoped to make the next time she cooked. We'd talk about food magazines or the leftovers she noticed in my fridge. She loved seeing our gingerbread houses being built every year and tasting any baking left out for snacks.
