I've been trying to put off baking today as mummy wasn't in the mood. Wanted to keep the kitchen clean and nice too. It didn't work. My son kept saying he wanted to bake something, just anything that uses the oven. I finally gave in late afternoon. Just like what I feared . Oooh what a mess; sugar on the floor, flour and cocoa in the butter mix, spilt chocolate flavouring etc etc etc. I kept going doooon't, stooooop, aaaahhhh, noooooo for almost one hour. My love and passion for baking just vanished into thin air. My heart whispered "say something nice, say something encouraging, tell him he's doing great for a first timer.
But I couldn't! Not a single word- I just shooeed those thoughts away. I couldn't bear to see my son making mistakes. Hey, do it properly, do it like this, look here, are you listening? Oh just let me. Let me, I wanted to scream at him.
Ooh, patience patience where are you?
Unlearn , woman, unlearn! Making mistakes is OOOKKK.
You know what, my son never gave up trying to get me to let him do it . How difficult it was letting him take over. I told myself that it's ok if the cake doesn't turn out the way I want it to. It's his first time anyway! He's only eight.
The cake was put in the oven. 25 minutes later he wanted to test out if it had cooked and I shouted Nooooo! Stop it! Don't open that oven door.! It's not cooked yet-said Miss Know-All. who didn't even bother to look into the oven.
10 minutes later to my utter dismay the whole cake cracked and was overcooked. The bottom turned black. My son knew it was me, the wicked mummy. Dissapointment was written all over his face. I knew how much he was looking forward to frost the cake with his favourite melted chocolate.
My pride- the downfall of the poor child's cake.
Sigh, another humbling experience . ( of course I gave him my thousand apologies and promised him we're gonna nail it the next time)
Get the camera rolling, here we come.....!
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