It is important for me to teach my 5-year-old daughter Hadley how to cook. My mom was a top-notch chef and ran a popular restaurant for many years. Growing up, I wasn't what you would call a gourmand.Case in point: the infamous fiasco when I misread the gingerbread recipe and added 1 cup of ginger instead of 1 tablespoon.
A minor oversight.
My interest in cooking was not ignited until after college. These days, my attempts to tap into my mother's fountain of knowledge are met with frustration as she tries to recall her from-scratch recipes, none of which are written down nor have actual measurements.
Because evidently good cooks do not use measuring cups.
I bought Hadley an Easy-Bake Oven for Christmas. She has always enjoyed cooking with me and I figured this would be one more notch on our mother-daughter bonding belt.
How wrong I was.
I also bought her some astronomically-priced Easy-Bake cookie and cupcake packets. "Just add water," they promised. What could be easier for an amateur epicurean?
Take it from me: Pan Roasted Wisconsin Pheasant Breast with Truffle Risotto, Carrot Ribbons and Cider Sauce would be MUCH easier.
We preheated the Easy-Bake Oven and pulled out our recipe packet. Really, our first indication that something would go awry should have been when we read that the cookie would bake in 10-12 minutes.
Not likely in an oven heated by a 0.5-watt bulb.
And yes, I did say cookie. As in singular.
The instructions said to READ ON
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