Making Her Puppy a Cookie Dough House
There's something about licking beaters covered in cake batter. Growing up my cousin and I would mix the ingredients of a Jiffy cake mix. Then we'd not only lick the beaters-we'd eat the cake mix as well. Not once did we get sick. I've thought of those times when making cupcakes these days with a certain little 3-year old. If she had her way she'd do more than lick the beaters. It's different when you're the adult doing the baking. You get the job done-clean up-and that's that. But it's amazing when you are the grandparent doing the baking and you have a little helper by your side. Cookies-cakes-cupcakes-they all take on a different meaning. Suddenly flour becomes snow and sprinkles fall like rain. Perfection in rolling out the sugar cookie dough or frosting the cookies goes out the window. Imagination takes over. Forget the flawless cut-out cookies. After awhile-forget the cookie cutters. Anyone can cut out a horse-a heart-a gingerbre...