Here’s an exercise in letting go. As I was baking last week, I let Pip do some freestyle baking of her own.
Ingredients include the predictable: flour, sugar, baking powder, cinnamon, milk. Also, tortilla chips, lots and lots of paprika, and some other stuff. Frankly, it was hard to keep up. Oh, some cut up strawberries too.
There was so much pride, so much anticipation as these little muffins were baking in the oven. And I think they came out pretty good, all things considered:
Oh, my sweet girl just couldn’t wait for her unsuspecting Dad to get home so she could share the fruits of her labor with him. (I couldn’t either)
But don’t we always tell her that she has to at least take one bite of everything on her plate, before she can decide whether she likes it or not?
I have looked at these pictures a hundred times and I am still busting a gut.
Is this a good Dad, or what?
Seriously, what is in those things?
Don’t you fret over our Pip’s confidence, she was back in the kitchen the next day, ready for action.