Yesterday there was half of a casserole heating in the oven when I left the house. I was astonished to find the casserole completely gone when I returned. Sydney said that he’d had some of it, but that both kids had wanted three servings of the stuff! Thinking about just how much food the little creatures had consumed, I suddenly had visions of our future grocery bills . . .
Today Katherine and I made fussy cookies. I wasn’t interested in putting a pound of butter into the things (the goal was to make shapes and possibly toppings), so, in the spirit of English “biscuits,” I made dressed-up teething biscuits for our base. Katherine and I liked making the shapes (for about two minutes, at any rate), and she liked dipping the cookies into a very thin lemon icing and then into crushed pistachios. I was serious about a nut theme this Christmas. But she has been clamoring for food at all times recently, and today she was not interested in cooking, just in eating, so it wasn’t exactly a mother-daughter bonding hour: “Katherine, put the cookie on the plate after dipping it. No! Katherine!” “Eat, num-num!” “Katherine, the cookies have to dry.” “Eat, num-num! Cookie! Nut!”
Erin
I have the same issue with cookie making! So far I can still strap her in the high chair, so at least what’s in her reach is a bit more in my control.
She’s usually really good (connecting “cooking” with “not to eat right now”), but I guess I’ve learned not to try cookie-making when she might possibly be hungry!