A few days ago we had a our first family bake. I bake a fair bit, I'd say. Rachel is the cook in the family, and I'm the baker. I've baked in front of Little R plenty of times. I've baked with him hanging on my leg wailing too. I've even let him help a little bit from time to time. But this was the first time the three of us set out to bake something from start to end together. And it was good.
Little R has watched enough cooking and baking to know what he was doing. "Mi! Mi!" he declared as he enthusiastically mixed together the dry ingredients. He was tempted to sample, but changed his mind at the last moment. Good decision!
There was a little spillage of flour, but that's to be expected. Tiles clean up easily enough. And Little R loved swishing his legs from side to side in the flour, feeling how slippery it made the floor. He even lay down on his tummy to wriggle his whole body around, but I couldn't get an in focus photo, which is a pity.
I'd like to say for sure he is pointing and smiling at the cakes baking, but he could well have been chatting himself up. He does that a lot in the oven door.
Little floury footprints.
Oh - we were baking blueberry muffins. I didn't mention that, did I? We added quite a few more blueberries that Mary Berry's recipe. In truth, we might have gone slightly too far, but I like a lot of fruit in my muffin.
When Little R woke up from his afternoon nap, he was keen to sample his first baked product. He looks happy, snuggled there on all those cushions, munching away, doesn't he?
As it turns out, he doesn't like blueberry muffins. After nibbling this for a while he started spitting out bits of blueberry, then handed the whole thing to me and said "no" quite emphatically. Oh well. Some you win, some you lose. And the baking itself was fun.