Mary, Cob and Abi have been taking turns experimenting in the kitchen during quiet time/naps. Monday was Abi's turn. Last week she made a very soupy concoction that had to be baked in custard dishes. It was slightly glue like in consistency. She decided she would follow a recipe to insure better success. Mary took charge of Chloe, I headed up to lay down with the little boys (yes I am thankful Baruch still naps!). I hadn't been up there two minutes when Abi asked what the 1 in front of the 1/4 was for. She had the 1/4 cup measure with her so I explained to put in one cup, then the 1/4 cup. Off she went, and I, back to resting.
30 minutes later I came down to find Abi ready to form the dough into cookies. The dough looked beautiful. I tried a snitch to see how it turned out. Ew! I must have gotten a clump of baking soda in my bite. Another taste. Ew! Gross! "So Abi how much baking soda did
you put in?"
"Let's see," looking at the recipe "1/2,"
"How much baking powder?"
"The same amount and the same for the vanilla. Those were easy, they were all the same amount."
Needless to say she threw that batch away. I explained about teaspoons and tablespoons and the next batch turned out GREAT!