Yesterday morning, Pie comes bounding into the bedroom as I’m getting up.
Pie: Do we have blueberries?
Me: Why, yes, I believe we got pack from Boston Organics last week.
Pie: May I make blueberry muffins?
Me: That sounds like a great idea. Go flip through one of your kid cookbooks and find a recipe. Also check my whole grains cookbook.
A few minutes later she comes back.
Pie: Your whole grains cookbook didn’t have one, but my kid’s cookbook does. Can I make it?
I look at the recipe.
Me: It’s got a lot of butter but, well, sure. Go for it!
About 15 minutes later, we’re in the kitchen. I look at the recipe.
Me: Okay the first thing you need to do is get the butter from the fridge and melt it on the stove.
Pie: Can you do that?
Me: No, you’re the baker.
Pie: But I’m only nine. I can’t use the oven or stove.
Me: You are already nine, which is a fine time to learn properly and safely to use the oven and stove.
Pie: I think nine is too young.
Me: Do you know that when I was nine, if wanted cookies, they only way I could get them would be if I baked them? I followed the recipe on the back of the Nestle’s package and made Tollhouse Cookies.
Adam: And it always comes back to your poor, difficult childhood.
Me: You [to Adam], shut up. You [to Pie], get the butter.
Pie: You do it! I’m not going to use the oven or the stove! Can’t you do it for me?
Me: No. I don’t even like blueberry muffins. I’m not making them. If you want blueberry muffins, you will learn to use the oven and stove. I will be by your side helping you, but you will do it.
Pie: BUT IF I USE THE OVEN I WILL BURN MYSELF AND DIE!!!
Needless to say (though I’ll do so anyway), there were no blueberry muffins yesterday.
love it. just like things here. we are definitely in the right company.