I’m not a baker. In fact, I’m not much of a cooker either.
Which is why I have been waiting to attempt any kind of “kitchen experience” with Max. Of course, I let him stir things when I cook, or sprinkle cheese on a taco now and again. And he watches me take lots of things out of the microwave.
Now that he’s two, and no longer entertained with baby toys like blocks and puzzles and cars and well…pretty much everything that lives in his playroom, I figured that we should learn some mad cooking skills.
So we made muffins.