Eldest son is baking a cake from scratch. Found the recipe on a Hershey's cocoa box while he was making chocolate milk and said rather wistfully, "I kind of feel like making this" in a way that conveyed it was a request, but one so unlikely to be granted that he wasn't actually asking. He was happily shocked when I said he could: "I can?!!" (Eldest isn't yet familiar with Grandma's dictum: Any meal I don't have to make myself is a good one.) It's the feast of the Queenship of Mary, so it's only fitting there should be cake. So my reading this morning has been punctuated with questions: is powdered sugar the same as regular sugar? How do you flour a pan? What do they mean "cream" the butter?
I never dreamed it'd be my Eldest Son rather than my daughter who'd have an interest in cooking, but I guess it's not surprising given his bent towards things technical and precise and liking to do things himself. He's already mastered breakfast: eggs any way you like, waffles, etc. and the basics of kid lunch: grilled cheese, hot dogs, egg salad. I may have to institute a weekly Kids Cook night (see Grandma's dictum above). What with daughter taking over laundry duties, I should be utterly unnecessary in short order.
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