With Toby out doing Wa Wa promotions this evening and the thermometer registering about 12 degrees, Eliot and I had to find some way to keep both busy and warm.
Baking!
We scrounged up a couple of brown banans, a spoonful of leftover canned pumpkin, and a blob almond butter. Eliot was eager to help. He loves to measure because he gets to sneak a wide variety of kitchen utensils into the baking powder can. Eggs are fun, too, because he just recently learned how to crack them properly. He does not, however, like the creepy feeling of albumen on his fingers. After smacking the shell on the counter, he hands the dripping orb to his mommy to open it into the bowl, leaving a trail of bacteria-laced slime over the prep area.
Tonight, I discovered Eliot is also quite gifted at separating out muffin cups and putting them into the pan. This is probably the most unsatisfying culinary task imaginable, but it's also the least likely to cause Mommy to curse and ban all three-year-olds from the kitchen.
The treats baked while we ate dinner. They cooled while we boogied around the living room with MIA and the Blackeyed Peas. Once our feet were all rocked out, we settled in for rice milk and muffins. I finished mine first.
"Mommy, you need to have another one."
"I do?"
"Yes. And this time, you need to eat it the right way."
"I didn't realize I was eating it wrong. What's the right way?"
"Like this."
I totally take responsibility for teaching him the cupcake paper thing, it kept Jack and him busy while I finished making our muffins one day.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love how Eliot eats his muffin, one pinch at a time.