On Friday, we informed Tim that we wanted to make a "Daddy cake." (Basically, I said "We're going to make you a Daddy cake" and Elle repeated "Daddy cake!") Over the course of the day, it evolved in to cupcakes, since we'd be sending the baked goodies in to work with Tim, and they'd be easier to eat than a layer cake. He requested red velvet. Elle freaked out at Target (where there were no red velvet mixes) and kept yelling "Chocolate! More chocolate! More! Chocolate!" in the cake mix aisle. So Daddy got chocolate.
On Saturday, we baked. As in I put Elle in her high chair and let her hold stuff while I explained what I was doing. I let her lick some batter before I added the eggs (I heard her muttering later about "Cake all gone! No eggs!"), and while it wasn't exactly a side-by-side bonding experience in the kitchen wearing our matching aprons, it was cute, and it was awesome, and I can't wait to do it again.
She counted out cupcake wrappers, placing them in the cupcake tins as she told me what color they were. She obediently put the cake in the bowl we were using (she put the box in the bowl, but hey, she listened). She looked at me and seriously said "Hot" as they baked in the oven. And she enjoyed the
As we prepared to make "Daddy cakes," I kept remembering a blog post I wrote shortly after we found out Elle was a girl, and it still shocks me that it has been two years since I had that first flash of sharing my love of baking with my little girl.
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| Putting the cake in the bowl. |
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| She got really in to this. |
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| I think this one pretty much sums it up - chocolate on mouth, looking longingly at the batter. |
