Tomato Bite Poppies

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Most of the children who cook with me are too young to understand the full meaning behind wearing Poppies on Remembrance Sunday and on Armistice Day.  But they have embraced this week’s recipe with open arms.

They and their parents have also come up with some great modifications to the recipe, drawing on the children’s taste preferences.  So much so, that I will be popping to the supermarket later on to pick up some more “gredients” to have a play with!

Who knew that a 3 year old would take so well to trying olives, and that instead of just adding them as a decoration to the top, they would seek to chop them up and add them to the dough!