I hide mixers like I would rat poisin from Rex. We have been cooking and baking a lot lately, but sometimes I don’t want the “help” ( Cut to child screaming, “I wanted to crack the egg, I wanted to crack the egg.”)
Here was very simple little exercise in cooking and economics with my kids ( note my slippers. Could I be more white trash?)
I was making a pound cake and playing beat the clock yesterday. Must- get -this-done-before-Rex-sees-mixer.” If he sees it then he wants to do stuff and I’m worried about his little fingers going in the kitchen aid, and keeping track of who put in what last. Plus, putting in baking powder does not have the same cache as 1) cracking eggs or 2) pouring in sugar. The latter because he snatches some back for himself. Then he and Vivien fight over the chairs they are standing on and I think, hmm, what’s a matter with buying a box of factory made cookies? Oh, that’s right I’m giving them a great childhood memory.