- I was baking a carrot cake for dessert tomorrow and Grace was my little helper. She stirred the dry ingredients for me as I creamed and mixed the wet. Every ingredient we'd add (cinnamon, flour, freshly ground nutmeg, etc.) she'd stop me and say, "taste." I now know to just offer a taste of all ingredients prior to adding them. When it came time to do the cream cheese frosting I was tweaking it a little because I wanted the cream cheese to be more apparent than the sweet. So each time I'd stop the mixer while I was making it she'd yell "Taste test" (I'm fairly confident where she got that from). Then after a while, as if sensing it was about to end - she would say "one more taste test".
- After working hard at the carrot cake, Grace and I sat down on the sofa - each with a little bag of Dorittos (her with Cool Ranch and me with Nacho). I was tired and not paying much attention apparently. She was eating out of my bag - "tasting" them I suppose. It's been a while since I've had a Cool Ranch dorrito so after mine were gone I reach over and grabbed one of hers. It tasted funny, bland really. I tried another. Same thing. Then I sat back and watched her "eat" her doritto. Her process involved sticking the doritto in her mouth, sucking off all the flavor and sticking it back in the bag. I love Grace, but I doubt we'll be sharing a bag of chips any time soon.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Taste tester extraordinaire
So I frequently get asked about "kid stories" and never come up with anything. It's not that they aren't doing funny/cute/adorable stuff all the time; it's that I'm not sharp enough to remember any of it. Occasionally, I'll even think about writing it down but then think - hey, there's no way I'm going to forget that. So, some small tid-bits of the day: