The kitchen is one of our favorite places in our house. I enjoy playing with food and trying out new recipes. Rosebud is getting to be very efficient at making the more simple things and delights in finding a recipe that she can handle on her own. Sunbeam likes being involved too, mostly by holding measuring cups and licking the cooking spoons.
Recently I was reading some letters that I received from my Mom several years ago and found a poem that she wrote about me.
Learning To Bake
The day for bread making is here
And baby sits next to the bowl
I will gather her smiles of cheer
As I stir and punch the dough.
Time now for baking a cake
The toddler, she climbs on a chair
And laughs with glee at the slithering egg
I released from its shell with care.
Next comes the spoon licking age
She holds the cup while I pour
The walls tell tales of shortening and sage
As well as the cupboards and floor.
Alas when she has learned to read
It's cookbooks that hold the charm
Find one in her bedroom and one indeed
Stuffed down by the sofa's arm.
"May I try this recipe? Please Mom, yes!
The dough is all tied in a bow."
"I will be gone but you can I guess
But remember you'll be on your own."
Beholding the kitchen upon my return
It took me some time for to see
Amid the clutter, a flour smudged girl
And six pastry bows as neat as can be.
The years have flown and she now resides
With her husband and munchkins three
They eat her inventions and then besides
She has eighty one cookbooks to see!