You know you've hit a new level when suddenly the tables turn (even in some small way) between you and your kid. This week Ru made his first real solo journey into cooking. Not that I left the room or watched while he procured his own recipes or anything but he made something (with lots of mommy type help, of course) that he wanted to eat...solely because it sounded good to him.
So, I suggested...what if you make a carrot cake, Ru? You could have it at home that way...many slices if you like and you wouldn't have to wait until next week at the bakery. You should have seen him glow. So, we added carrots and cream cheese to the day's grocery list and I let him put those items into his own little cart while we shopped. Once we got home I promised him that after naptime he could make his carrot cake but, a rest was priority...and while he rested I would get all the things ready for baking that he would need. When he woke up he zipped down the stairs as fast as possible and whizzed into the kitchen, pulling at my arm...asking if now he could make his carrot cake. Thanks to a lovely, basic recipe from Alton Brown, foodgawker (see my sidebar about my favorite links) and a friendly blogger who posted the tasty directions...we had everything all laid out for us.
Ru was an expert chef...he food processor grated all the carrots, he creamed butter and sugar, he measured and added each ingredient by himself and then he stirred and combined them all together for a final sticky finish. We greased the pans together and then he proudly carried them, teeteringly full of batter to the waiting, toasty oven and I slid them in.
He could hardly wait for A to get home from work and witness the brilliant magic of his creation. So proud of his handiwork, so slobberingly ready to eat his craving, and so confident in his abilities...a lovely combination!