Last night I helped make whoopie pies. I was a great sifter and stirrer, so much so that flour went flying out of the bowl! I stayed right on this chair and watched everything, then I got to lick the beater! Unfortunately we have to make another batch of the pies today because they tured out flat, stuck to the pan and fell apart when we got them off the cookie sheet. When directions say "a teaspoon", they really mean a teaspoon, but we figured that out for the last four cookies. So out of a possible thrity pies, we got four, they were good though! And the filling was excellent.
I'm not stuck, I like to get in here.
I climb up on the desk and pick up the phone for some pretend play.
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When your mummy was a little girl she used to like to help me bake cookies and cakes. She once said to me - "When you die, I get your kitchen."
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