We love to bake together. And Ivo is really starting to learn his way around the kitchen. In fact, his participation in cooking activities is less like toddler "help" and more like actual help at this point. Yippppeeeee!! I knew it would come to this sooner or later. Here's what we whipped up this afternoon . . .
Ivo's job: Open the refrigerator and take out the butter and the eggs. Unwrap one stick of butter and put it in the big bowl. Break two eggs into the small bowl and stir them up with a fork.
My job: Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour a 8x8 inch pan. Melt the butter in the microwave and measure the following ingredients into seperate cups: 1 cup of sugar, 1/2 cup of flour, 1 teaspoon of vanilla, 1/4 teaspoon salt, 1/4 teaspoon baking powder, 1/3 cup cocoa powder.
Ivo's job: Stir the sugar, eggs, and vanilla into the butter.
My job: Stir fast while Ivo adds the rest of the dry ingredients one at a time. (We like to add the cocoa last for dramatic effect). Stir about fifty times. (I like to count out loud, also for effect).
Ivo's job: Use a spatula to scrape down the sides of the bowl.
My job: Pour the batter into the pan and bake for 25 minutes.
Our job together: Remind ourselves that eating raw batter can lead to tummyaches. Eat a little anyway. Then clean up the kitchen. Ivo does tables and floors, I do dishes and countertops.
Save room for the finished product:
Notice the *dainty* portions. mm-hmmm . . . we are indeed very models of moderation around here. Actually we both had second helpings. hee.
We do love to bake together, and we never have any quarrels doing so. We're always at our best in the kitchen and I really hope it stays that way for years to come. I'll have to hone my skills if I don't want to be out-pastried by a five year old, but I figure we can learn together.