Yesterday, I woke up and decided I was going to make a special breakfast for the kids. There were 6 more days left of our summer so I wanted to surprise them with a special treat. When I attempt to make something from scratch, it is always considered a treat because my husband is the main cook in our house. Let’s just say it’s not my favorite thing to do. He cooks, I wash the dishes and everyone is happy.
I decided to bake them blueberry muffins, one of their favorites. As I was getting all of the ingredients out of the refrigerator, my boy walked into the kitchen. The conversation went something like this:
Me: “Good Morning sweet boy, I am making y’all a special breakfast!”
Son: “Mom, does Dad know you are cooking?”
Me: “Honey, I don’t have to check with Dad every time I attempt to cook, besides I tried to text him and he’s in an important meeting with the head of something or another so he might not have time to tell me where the muffin recipe is so I googled one with only 6 ingredients and 5 oven mitts of approval. I CAN do this, son! ”
Son: “Mom, why don’t you let me help you because I am really hungry and it takes you so long to bake something.”
Me; “Sure honey. I would love to bake with you! This will be so special. When was the last time we baked together?”
Son: “Probably 2011. Let me start with mixing up the ingredients and you can wash the blueberries and grease the pan. OK, Mom? ”
Me: “You are such a good cook, just like your Daddy. You are going to make such a great husband one of these days when you are about thirty. Don’t get married too young, you need to go out and experience life!”
Son: “I know Mom, you tell me that all the time. Can we just concentrate on the muffins? I’m hungry.”
I then grab the iPad on the counter and take a picture of my son as he starts to measure all the ingredients in the mixer; all the while thinking about how time has flown by and how I just couldn’t be prouder of him if I tried.
Son: “Mom, all you have to do now is put the batter in the muffin pan. Don’t forget to set the timer. Where’s the sports page?” My 13 yr old has read the sports page every single morning since he was 3.
I proceed to scoop the batter into the muffin pan so proud of myself for baking with my son.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
They smelled so good in the oven.
All 3 kids were now awake and anxiously waiting on the blueberry muffins to cool so they could enjoy them with their milk.
But there was just one little problem….the muffins stuck to the pan.
In all the excitement of baking with my son,
I forgot to grease the muffin pan.
So son, if you give your Mom the muffin batter,please make sure she remembers to grease the pan!
Stay Sassy Y’all.
Lol & lmao. That is just a wonderful start to a day. Keep him cooking, your future DIL will love you for it.
so funny laura…..i would love to see b’s facial expressions while your talking to him!
love reading your blog Laura, so glad I saw a post from FB. keep up that great humor of yours. You could be my daughter. lol
But if they were still tasty it was a success 🙂 More like what a chef would call a “deconstructed blueberry muffin”, and the story behind them is worth the experience!
More like what a chef would call a “deconstructed blueberry muffin”, and the story behind them is worth the experience!
So funny, I cracked up as I followed along with your dialogue. Your son sounds amazing.
The boy is a much better cook than I am! I guess I could have said we were going for muffin tops! Those pulled off OK! So glad to give good laughs!
Surely, the sum of those muffins parts were made greater than the muffins themselves via the mere experience of cooking with your “boy” … fyi, we call my only brother the ‘boy’ as well. Luv’d this post.
Laura, I’m happy to know someone else who is as “cooking challenged” as I am! I’m sure the muffins tasted good anyway, and you got to have fun with your son. (That rhymes!) Great post. Cheers, Denise