So today it was like Pinterest came over and said “hey! Let’s do some child-led cooking! Mini apple-berry pies! Fun shapes with pastry! It’ll be an educational hoot!” Then Pinterest came down with a sudden bout of food poisoning, tried to shout instructions from the bathroom, but finally admitted defeat and went home.
So Tilly is sobbing because I won’t let her have muffin #4. Amy is sobbing because the end of ‘Brave’ just utterly devastated her. LET’S HAVE A FUN AFTERNOON AT HOME BAKING AND WATCHING A MOVIE TOGETHER.
Sick toddler insisted that the only thing that could possibly make her feel better would be for us to bake chocolate chip cookies. Obstacle 1: No brown sugar. “Never mind!” I trilled, “we’ll substitute honey!” Obstacle 2: The (brand new) flour had little bugs in it. “It’s fiiiiiine!” I enthused, “we’ll mix corn flour and oat bran together, that’ll do the trick!” Eighteen little mounds of cookie mixture were painstakingly laid out on the baking tray by toddler hands. I put the tray in the oven, feeling very smug about my baking improvisation, and having a little daydream about entering some sort of toddler/mother reality TV cooking show where Amy and I would wear matching aprons and make it through all the elimination rounds. Then this came out of the oven. I’m not sure what’s worse…the crestfallen/horrified look on Amy’s face, or the realisation that my dreams of meeting Manu from My Kitchen Rules will never eventuate. Ever.