Wednesday night I was cooking chili for dinner, and I had planned to bake some cornbread. B eagerly stood in front of the stove begging to be a part of the action. What the heck? I threw in the proverbial towel, grabbed the stool, and let him make the cornbread. He cracked the egg (with some assistance, of course,) added the ingredients, stirred them, and poured the batter into the pan. He was very pleased with himself and even more pleased with his work product! I'm pretty sure he ate 3/4 of the cornbread loaf over the next couple of days.
On a side note (which I always have and seem to include,) B has also become quite the carnivore. Over the past two days he has been begging for "Mo[re] meat" non-stop. That works out well for us since we just brought home our 1/4 cow! Now, if only we could get him to request "Mo[re] veggies."
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