I remember having a little baking set when I was a kid - probably still have it somewhere, along with a bunch of Barbies with their hair "re-styled" (i.e. chopped off). The set included a kid-sized rolling pin, tiny cookie cutters, and a little tin cookie baking sheet, about the size of a recipe card. It was awesome.
Ronan shows a similar interest in baking. Not cooking - only baking. When he notices the big yellow baking bowl and metal measuring cups on the counter, he often pulls up his stepstool and asks to help me. So cute. The first few times, all was going well; we were mixing and measuring and making a lovely mess; until I said it was time to bake our creation (a cake, I think). He kind of freaked out when I put the pans in the oven. He didn't think much of having to wait for things to bake so we could eat them. Poor kid. Longest 30 minutes of his life.
He gets it now, though. We have even progressed to rolling out dough and cutting out shapes. Fun! Tonight we made biscuits. They are a huge favourite around here. No bowl of chili or homemade soup is consumed without them. They are easy as pie. No - they're easier than pie.
For some reason, he thought the bowl of flour was "tasty" and kept dipping his fingers in. Ugh.
Dry flour can't compare to hot, flaky buttered biscuits dipped in Daddy's homemade beef stew, though.
Oh, yeah.
Totally worth the wait.
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