Do you remember licking the beaters when you were a kid? I can’t remember too many things that were more delicious.
Well, maybe chocolate chip pancakes.
I had frozen a cake I made in June for Father’s Day since Elisabeth was in the hospital. Tonight I whipped up some chocolate buttercream frosting to fill and top it with. Elisabeth helped by playing with measuring spoons in her high chair.
For being so good, I let her lick the beater. I didn’t really want her all sugared up before bed so I scraped most of the frosting off.
She hesitated at first and gave me a look that said, “what am I supposed to do with this thing?” I provided a little demonstration and gave her a taste test, then she dove right in.
After most of the frosting was sucked off the beater I tried prying it from her cherubic fingers…Then she signed “more please.” How could I resist?!? It was the first time she signed a sentence and said ‘please.’ I’m not made of stone!