This is why you let kids cook.
I woke this morning to clatter of pots and pans coming from the kitchen downstairs. It was Saturday, and as I wrote in a very recent post we have this Saturday morning pancake tradition.
Then, sometimes she wakes up without me. Particularly when I didn’t sleep well, and her polite attempt to pull me out of bed a half hour previous failed. So she went down to the kitchen and mixed up the batter according to the recipe I wrote out (in kid-friendly pictograms) for her to follow.
There was some flour on the floor. And, of course, she’s still a little timid about lighting the burners herself, but there was a bowl of batter waiting to be cooked.
“They look like Cotton Candy.” She explained. She’d used food colouring, mixing in some red, then swirling some decorative blue incompletely with a fork. All her own idea. Really.