One sunny afternoon, Lala skipped into the kitchen, humming happily. She found Mom preparing ingredients on the counter—fresh cream, sugar, vanilla, and tiny cups.
“Mom, what are we making today?” Lala asked curiously, her eyes sparkling.
“Something very special,” Mom smiled. “It’s called panna cotta. Would you like to help?”
Lala clapped her hands. “Yes, yes! I’ll be your little chef!”
First, Mom poured cream and sugar into a pot. The sweet smell drifted into the air as the mixture warmed. Lala carefully held the spoon and stirred slowly, making little circles. “It looks like milk soup!” she giggled.
Next came the magic—Mom sprinkled in the softened gelatin. Lala watched with wide eyes as it melted smoothly, turning the mixture silky and shiny. “Wow, it’s like a potion!” she whispered.
Together, they poured the creamy mixture into small glass cups. Lala stood on her stool, steady as a professional, making sure each cup was filled just right. “Perfect!” Mom said, giving her a proud smile.
The hardest part came next—waiting. The panna cotta had to chill in the fridge. Lala peeked through the glass door every five minutes. “Is it ready yet? Can we eat now?” she kept asking. Mom laughed, shaking her head. “Patience, little chef. Good things take time.”
Finally, after a few hours, the panna cotta was firm and ready. Mom topped each cup with fresh strawberries and a drizzle of honey. Lala’s eyes widened as she took her first spoonful. The dessert was soft, creamy, and melted like magic in her mouth.
“Mmm, this is the best dessert ever!” Lala exclaimed. Mom kissed her forehead. “It’s even more delicious because we made it together.”
That day, the kitchen wasn’t just filled with sweetness—it was filled with laughter, love, and the joy of creating something special side by side.
