Oh boy has work hit me hard and heavy this week. Talk about back to earth with a bump after such a glorious holiday! I was panicking that I'd never get to the blog and then I saw I'd very cleverly added photos while on holiday. Clever me. I love it when I think ahead- it doesn't happen often but future me is always so smug it's unbearable.
These photos were the result of a really lovely baking session with the Tot. May has been a weird one with beautiful sunshine one moment and then the kind of rainy days that make you wonder if winter is here again. As a result we've swung wildly between all day park adventures, hunting for butterflies and daisies or baking sessions to fuel them. I threw this one together when it became apparent we were in for a torrential downpour and I didn't have any supplies. I rummaged around on the internet and found this recipe for crispie cakes. Isn't it retro-fabulous?
I've found the key to success when baking with my Tasmanian devil of a toddler is to have everything prepped FIRST but also let her lose on the paper cases as the first bit we do. She loves laying them out, counting them as she goes ('onnnnnneeeee..... twwwwooooo, siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiix!') and it needs some calm concentration so it seems to settle her in nicely.
We subbed most of the syrup with honey because I barely had any and also, hello? Toddler?!?! The result was much gooey-er than the recipe but a bowl and some enthusiasm soon solved that issue. The cry of 'Ricey Cakies!' was heard for many days in the Playful House.
I think she liked them?