I love to bake. What I love even more is when my children take an interest and want to help. This weekend, it was my son. My son...who is a chocolate fiend. We made a three chocolate, flourless torte. Here is how the baking went:
Me: Wash your hands
Thing 2: Why, Mommy?
Me: Because no one wants to eat your germs...or your dinosaurs' germs...or....
He reluctantly washes his hands.
Me: Unwrap this chocolate, please. And then put it in this pan. And thank you.
Thing 2: ALL this chocolate? Can I have a bite?
Me: Yes, all the chocolate, and sure you can have a bite...if you want our dessert to taste rotten and not chocolatey. [his eyes get all huge]
He puts the square of UNSWEETENED baker's chocolate that was 1/2 way to his mouth down. His face is just pathetic. Needless to say, I should have let him eat a big old bite out of that square. That would have been hilarious...
We continue on our baking way... We add more chocolate - dark cocoa. We mix, we melt, we stir. We add a third chocolate: dutch cocoa. His eyes are wide and shining with wonderment.
Thing 2: Mommy will we really be able to eat this? I do love chocolate!
Me: Sure thing, baby...just as soon as we bake it...
Thing 2: YAY!
Me: and you eat all your dinner!
Thing 2: BOO!
Needless to say, my little man finished off all his dinner and proudly announced to his sisters with his chocolate rimmed mouth that our delicious dessert that night was his creation, and that he just knew it would be delicious b/c of all the chocolate we put in there.
Thing 2: Man! You should have seen it all....
I thought the boy was Thing #2....just plain 'ol confused
ReplyDeleteHe is. Apparently, you can't read. ;P
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