Last Sunday I was spending a pleasant hour reading in the library when I received a tap on the shoulder. I looked up to see Eleanor, apron on waist and baker’s hat on head, holding out a liquid measuring cup.
“Mom, how do I measure brown sugar in this?” she asked, holding the cup out to me. I explained how she needed a dry-ingredient cup, and she left.
A few minutes later, she was back.
“Is this a teaspoon?” No, it was a novelty set of measuring spoons for things like “a pinch” and “a dash.”
When she returned for a third time with a question about spatulas, my curiosity got the better of me, but Eleanor refused to fill me in on what she was doing.
“It’s a Christmas surprise,” she explained, “and you are NOT allowed to come in the kitchen!”
After signaling to Brian that he needed to keep an eye on things, I went back to my reading, and about 45 minutes later, I got my present:
Eleanor bought the tin from the dollar store for me, and made the cranberry-oatmeal muffins all on her own, using a recipe in a children’s cookbook. I don’t know if I’ve ever gotten a more amazing present from one of my children. Love it. The muffins were tasty, too — we ate them right after dinner. Katie picked the cranberries out of six of them, and refused to eat anything else. Yummy little cook!