Baking with Boys…

I decided that while my daughter was out on her first ever cinema trip yesterday, with her Daddy, I’d do some baking with my boy. This is something I did loads with my daughter when she was his age, but haven’t been able to do as much with Harry, because of course, big sisters always need to be the ones in control. This is what happened last time I tried, when my daughter was supposedly ‘watching her favourite programme in the whole wide world – Cinderella!

He was keen enough for me to be confident he’d really enjoy some baking, so I thought with the 3 year old out at the cinema, it was the perfect time to give it a go…

Unfortunately due to a ‘flour shower’ I wasn’t able to take any pics of the first half of operations, but suffice to say, mixing is something he enjoyed, although he does need to work on keeping it in the bowl! However, we got there eventually, and then moved on to stage 2 – the rolling!

Then he chose the most masculine of the cutters, the hearts and stars, before getting distracted. Everyone knows that essential to every baking experience comes…

emptying a pack of wipes of course! 15 minutes later, and we have a very proud boy, not being able to wait to pose for the photo before that all important taste test!

We then had a few tears as he didn’t realise when I put the entire plate down on his high chair tray that this was for photographic purposes only, and not his portion of food for immediate consumption!

So this was my first experience of cooking with boys. It definitely lacked that finesse we have when my daughter bakes, and her perfectionist streak was less evident too, replaced instead with a sense of gusto, mixed with an air of ‘bull in a china shop.’ I said mix, boy did he mix! I said roll, the dough and the table became as one. I said we had to wait until they were cooked, he acted as if I’d said he would never be allowed to eat again! So in summary, it was energetic and enthusiastic, but he didn’t really care what it looked like, as long as he got to eat it. Now I see where that saying comes from – the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. mumfordandsons4real
    Mar 04, 2011 @ 20:39:56

    Too cute, its true boys don’t really like the finaky little details, just mix, roll, cook and eat. Happy. Love it!

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