Something pretty amazing happened in our house last week. Wait for it… I did some baking! With the toddler! Twice!
For me this is pretty much reaching the pinnacle of domestic achievement. I am one of those people who loves the idea of baking but the reality is that I’m not a very confident, or patient, cook so it rarely happens. And throwing a toddler into the mix (not literally, that would be cruel!) when trying to create anything edible is a whole new ball game. But I did it and, amazingly, it was a success. Enjoyable even. I could almost high-five myself as I type!
Ok so our first culinary creation, made last Monday, did use a packet mix and was one we’d done once before but it was a great confidence builder – for me not the toddler! Peppa Pig Muddy Puddle Cup Cakes went down well with Little Miss the first time we made them and the ready-to-go dry mix does make everything so much quicker. It’s an ideal option when time is a bit tight and I would definitely recommend them, especially if you’re new to the joys of baking with a two-year-old. Mine is now starting to learn the art of waiting for food to cook but the first time we made them she kept asking ‘are they ready yet’ from the moment I tore open the box! Start simple I say.
Having emerged from that baking session unscathed I wanted us to make something a bit special for Daddy for Valentine’s Day. My husband is a whizz in the kitchen and pretty much does all of the ‘proper’ cooking for us. I’m great at sticking things in the oven, reheating stuff or putting on a pan of pasta or veg but that’s largely where my talents end. So me doing baking for him is something that shows a bit of thought and effort on my part. I hope.
And what says ‘I love and appreciate you’ better than a batch of handmade gingerbread hearts, lovingly made and decorated with a toddler who may have licked the icing on several of them and coughed over the rest?!
On a serious note though, I do want Little Miss to learn how to prepare food properly. I want her to enjoy being in the kitchen and to grow up feeling more confident than I have about cooking. And I want us to have fun together. Our two little baking sessions have been as much about me learning as they have her. I want to get better at this sort of thing and set a positive example. I have happy memories of making fairy cakes with my own mother.
So we made gingerbread. Little Miss enjoyed helping to weigh all the ingredients out with me. She loved smelling the ginger and cinnamon and stirring things in. I refused her request to ‘do the egg’. I’m not ready for that! And she did keep spilling the mixture everywhere and I kept sweeping it back into the bowl only to have to do it again seconds later. But she was happy, engaged and entertained for a good hour or so.
I’m pretty sure her wandering fingers interfered with our electronic scales at some point though because let’s just say that when I came to start rolling out the dough we had a few ‘issues’. The old me would have panicked, chucked the lot in the bin in a huff and gone to the shops but now I couldn’t let me little girl down by giving up. So I took a deep breath, took a punt on rectifying it and hoped for the best. I had no idea quite how what we put in the oven was going to turn out but, as luck would have it, it emerged perfectly edible. Tasty even. Another lesson learned.
While our biscuits were cooking, it was lovely to watch Little Miss playing with the leftover dough. She was very protective of it and divided it up into little pieces, talking to herself about making cake for her dolly. So cute!
We then made up some pink icing and got all the sprinkles out of the cupboard for some serious decorating. And voila!
And I was brave enough to do all this on Friday 13th!
Digiprove sealCopyright secured by Digiprove © 2015 kidglloves