Amy and I were baking oatmeal and raisin spiced cookies this afternoon. It’s a good recipe as not only does the finished product taste rather nice but there are a lot of dry ingredients to mess about with first before you have to get all gloopy.
Amy was in the middle of vigorously mixing the sugar flour and oats together when her enthusiasm became too pronounced. With a particularly passionate sweep of the wooden spoon she accidentally flung the bowl off the table and onto the floor, where it broke into three pieces.
Startled she looked up at me and with an expression of pure innocence blurted out “I didn’t do it!”
Hmmm. And what did you say, Dad?
I’ve been thinking of making Welsh cakes with my son. Maybe I’ll think harder.
If the bowl hadn’t broken, it wouldn’t have been funny.
Deb: After initially stifling the laughter I told her that it was her that did it, but it didn’t matter because it was an accident. I honestly don’t think it was a naughty lie, she was too upset about it. I think it was more an effort to convince herself rather than me. I doubt she would have thought she’d get told off, because I can’t remember when I have done for anything like that.
Her mother of course would have locked her in the broom cupboard for a couple of hours. Different parenting styles; what can you do.
Jared: Baking is one of our favorite things to do. You do have to remember that it’s the process that is important rather than the edibility of the end product (”put just a little bit in Amy, no…just a little bit… no…NO NO NO….OK never mind we can buy another box of baking soda”).
You also have to pre-arrange a couple of child free hours after the baking has been done in order that you can clean up the kitchen.
You crack me up, Dan.
I don’t think that I would have been quite so ready to start baking with Allie way back when if it hadn’t been for the fact that our daycare provider at the time baked often with the kids.
She was caring for four 2-year-olds and an infant and she would have them all in there, stirring and spilling, and the result would be pretty good.
Allie actually started cracking eggs before she was three. Not cracking them particularly well, of course, but doing it into a bowl and then delighting in picking out the shells.