From left to right:
AP, the baby of the family and such a sweetheart.
ZP, the big boy but, like his sister, still has that innocence about him. Hence, both are still wrapped in protective layers for as long as I can get away with it.
Me, older, able to brown instantly, a little worse for wear but still pretty damn good in the kitchen.
TP, sturdy as a rock, immensely helpful and fast in culinary forays, could explode any second.