Cheeky licking the bowl face.
My Mother in Law got us matching aprons for Christmas- obviously totally rocking them. Kind of.
Our finished creations.
Myself and the kitchen don’t get on all that well.
Of course I go in there occasionally, to get a diet coke from the fridge or a biscuit from the cupboard. I can just about rustle up dinner for the girls, and I am pretty skilled at putting a frozen pizza in the oven. But anything asides from that is Mr E’s job. He does the cooking, I do the cleaning, and that’s the way it’s always been.
One of the first meals I ever cooked him back in the day was good old Spag Bol. I forgot to take the paper layer off the mince so we were pulling it out of our mouths for the rest of the meal. I have lost count of the amount of cakes I have made that I have burnt to a cinder or rock hard cookies that we have nearly broken a tooth on. Baking is definitely not my strong point.
Every so often though I do try and do some baking with Mads as she doesn’t care that her Mummy is a disaster chef. So yesterday we decided that we would rock our matching aprons and make some rainbow cakes.
We had a great time together. She loves the special time with Mummy, and was so excited. She spent absolutely ages spooning the mixture into the cupcake cases, and every so often when she thought I wasn’t looking I would catch her with her finger right in the middle of the full bowl. We got more hundreds and thousands on the floor than on the cakes, and more buttercream in our mouths, but we had fun and that’s all that matters.
She is getting so grown up now, and yesterday was just a perfectly ordinary but lovely day. Mr E and I laughed at her all day long as she chattered ten to the dozen, and ran about non stop. She is at an age where she drives us mad one minute and then literally switches to the most affectionate, sweet little girl ever. I love watching her take in the world around her- how even the most simple things make her so excited.
She constantly tells me that ‘we are best friends forever’ and I really do hope that is the case. I am so thankful that I get to be the one that is her Mummy. Even if it means I have to go in the kitchen occasionally!*
*These creations weren’t actually that bad. Although I don’t think Mary Berry is too frightened of us stealing her crown just yet.