Our last baking exercise ended in
tears, a flour shower and a newly developed fear of the hand mixer
(for both me and my 4 year old). This time I pre-mixed the dough
before Harrison came home from Bear Park – TV cooking show style
(and here's one I made earlier). Damn I'm good! There's no crazy
mixer monster madness, there's no flour in your ug boots (slippers
people slippers!) Better still, the recipe, accurately measured with
care and precision actually bakes as it was intended. It's a no flop
guarantee. So your 4 year old can happily stamp out his heart shaped
scones and go about his business (the average four year old is busier
than a stock broker on Black Friday). So, everyone wins – except
baby who can't eat yet and mum who is on a diet, but who will still
secretly eat them between mouthfuls of secretly eaten
marshmallows...Yum
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