Baking Day

My kids, like all kids I'm sure, love to help with baking. Olli will come running from whatever end of the house he is playing at when he hears the sound of mixers going. "Me help? Me help?" over and over, clutching at his little stool and apron until I give in and hand the mixer over.

So as the teacher in me tries to teach them essential skills such as measuring, counting, doubling quantities etc. For them it's all about clean up. They do have licking of the bowl down to a fine art and thankfully aren't too bad at taking turns. Yay!

Love him!

And how cute is this apron my Mum brought for Lucy at a farmers market in Morrinsville. Yes, I could make it myself but we all know she'd be 18 before she'd ever receive it.

So this is what we were baking. A double batch of Auntie Sarah's world famous chocolate brownie. It is world famous because she has cooked it all around the world and she thought us special enough to share the recipe with. Thanks Auntie Sarah. So you know who to blame if we turn into that obese family you see on telly.

But because the brownie is too good not to share, we put some together in a container along with dinner and a present for a friend who has just had a baby girl. Number 3 for them and I am curious to hear how 2 toddlers and a baby is going. (please say fine, please say fine:) Oh and wrapping the gift up in red polka dots and stripes got me all excited about Christmas decorations. Don't know what it is about me and polka dots but I'm a sucker every time. Yum!

So after dropping dinner off to our friends, coming home and dishing up ours, bringing the washing in, finishing off my Bible study and unpacking from two days paid relieving work at a local primary school I was starting to feel very Proverbs 31ish. I started wondering whether the woman in proverb's 31s husband would give her foot rubs at the end of a long day when I turned and saw this- My children in sequence slurping the dregs of their ice cream pudding. Please know, this is not a learnt behaviour. NEVER have Marcus and I eaten like this. He is a Hereworth old boy for heavens sake, the prep school that wrote the book on manners. The Lord has a nice way to remind me I have a long way to go in being the perfect woman. Dinner etiquette lessons in our house start tomorrow.