Lately, my 7-year-old daughter has started to show an interest in all the things that go on in the kitchen. Honestly she’s in that phase where everything mommy does is awesome and she wants to be a part of it. I will do my best to keep this memory fresh when she becomes a brooding teenager.
We had a rare Saturday when there was nothing planned. So I asked her what she wanted to do that day. “Make brownies!” Sounds good to me. So, a search through the cupboard revealed a box of Duncan Hines brownie mix, and some vegetable oil. And there were plenty of eggs in the frig. OK, great, only one problem, I don’t have a brownie pan. So after a quick trip to Target, we’re all set to make brownies. Then she informs me of her plan… “Mom, I am going to make the brownies, you are my assistant.” So of course I had to ask, “OK, what do you need me to assist with then?” My job was to gather the ingredients and measuring utensils. She told me she would be doing everything else. I agreed on the condition that I would put them in and take them out of the oven.
So now that we had agreed on the terms of our cooking adventure, I grabbed a stool and sat back while she made brownies. She knew that the directions were on the back of the box, so she slowly read the directions. She cracked one egg into the bowl, and then one rolled off the counter onto the floor. After getting sidelined with cleanup she was back on track. The second one was cracked into the bowl and a search for pieces of broken shells came up clean. The ½ a cup of water and ¼ cup of oil were very precisely measured and put in the bowl. She turned on the mixer and then got a very confused look. “It doesn’t look like brownies.” So of course I asked her to re-read the directions. “Oh I forgot to add the brownie mix.” It was now officially brownie mix. As the Kitchen Aid was mixing away, she told me “Mom, I need to ask you a very serious question. Can I lick the bowl when were finished?” Now I know everyone says don’t do it because of the raw egg, but seriously, you know you did it as a kid and did anything bad ever happen to you? Spraying the new brownie pan with non stick spray was a bit of a slippery mess all over the counter, but watching her face as she concentrated so hard on pouring the batter was totally worth it. She was trying to get it to pour in the corners of the pan, before I told her to just pour it in the middle and it will spread on its own. Ok, now it was my turn as the oven-putter-inner assistant. I knew that now I had 20 minutes to relax and catch up on other household chores, but she sat right in front of the over with the little light on and staring at the count down clock. “Mom, only 12 more minutes.” “Mom, only 4 more minutes.” “Mom, one more minute.” The familiar beep of the oven timer was met with an ecstatic 7 year old bouncing in the kitchen “MOM! THEY’RE DONE!”