I am a messy cook and an even messier baker. Regardless of what I’m baking flour and spices seem to end up everywhere. And I mean everywhere. We’re talking flour all over the counter, floor, human beings in the near vicinity, and occasionally the cat. Thankfully Andrew has grown accustomed to this and just shakes his head at the disaster I’m creating and hopefully knowing that it will get cleaned up eventually.
Cooking dinner and baking are things I enjoy however I found they had fallen off my plate with my former commute and trying to keep afloat with everything else. Since moving to ‘the new house’ I’ve gotten back into cooking and baking a lot more. I’ve baked way more in the past month than I have in the previous year. I’ve made muffins, loaves, cookies and found my way back to gluten free baking. I’ve also managed to do a lot more cooking of dinner. Eating tasty food I’ve made always makes me happy and healthy food makes by body feel a heck of a lot better. One of the neat things about this increased kitchen time is that I’ve been able to share my joy of cooking with Little Miss.
In the past month or so she has become the resident lettuce ripper for salads, the designated stirrer of all the things, and the one who dumps ingredients into bowls for me. I love the idea of bonding over cooking and reinforcing the idea of healthy eating and where food comes from by spending time in the kitchen together. She asks a ton of questions and I often find myself explaining how a recipe works or what a new ingredient is. I could blame the kitchen mess on her but more often than not it is still me that’s causing flour to go everywhere or spilling things. Messes are part of life, and are definitely part of my cooking, and I think the mess is truly worth all the associated cleanup.