So, really I’m a copycat because D posted about her daughter’s solo run, but reading that nudged me that Ems has been asking to do a solo bake, so I let her do it Sunday. She chose chocolate chip cookies since we seem to make them a lot around here and she’s helped me quite a few times, so she was familiar. I do make kick butt chocolate chip cookes, it’s true. Secret: Do the Nestle toll house recipe and add another 1/2 cup flour to make them chunky and thick, not runny and flat.
First she read me the ingredient list and we compiled everything she would need on the table, then the measuring spoons and cups, bowls and wooden spoon. We talked about the measures and what they meant that a capital T meant Tablespoon and a little t meant teaspoon. That 3/4 cup brown sugar meant 3- 1/4 cups and packed meant “I know Mommy, smush it in”.
I tried to stay out of the way and be as unobtrusive as possible. I tried to not give hints or help as much as I possibly could. This was VERY, VERY hard.
I’m not sure about the bindi on the forehead. No particuliar significance, Ems likes to add a bit of glamour here and there and ignore the dropcloths in the background, we painted all the downstairs ceilings all day the day before, yes, Halloween day. Notice the look of concentration.
In the end she did everything herself, with some pointers from Mama, crack the eggs first in another bowl so you can fish any shell out, put a towel under the bowl so it won’t slip, never pull the beaters out while they are still running, put the dough in the refrigerator before baking so they don’t spread. She did good my girl, the first run were a bit odd shaped and a few ran together, the second tray were just about perfect. This, this right here, is what I want to give my daughters. Memories of time in the kitchen, a knowledge of the kitchen and cooking and baking. How to make real food, from scratch. The importance of food and family. Of nourishment and love.