Daily Dose of Sugar Mama

Girl is confident. She always has been and I hope she always will be. But, like any confident person, it can sometimes come across as arrogance.

We are working on that with her.

So when she developed her very own recipe for frosting a few days ago, I knew that she would not accept my advice. I gave her a recipe card and left her alone. A while later she emerged from her room with a recipe card in hand. Quickly she told me that there was a mistake that needed correcting. But she didn’t tell me what the mistake was. So I read the ingredients:

1 large cup of flour, 2 spoonfuls of whipped cream, 2 spoonfuls sugar, some milk

And she continued on the back with her directions. I wanted to tell her that this recipe would not fly; that it would be disgusting. But I didn’t want to crush her confidence (if that’s possible).

I asked her if she had ever tasted flour. She responded with “it will taste good.” Okay then. I mean, what do I know? I just bake at least one a week and have been cooking since I became a mother at the age of 17. I’ve only read hundreds of cooking magazines, cookbooks, and watched thousands of cooking shows. I’ve only taken cooking classes. And have a recipe published in a cookbook (not counting family or church cookbooks). But, what do I know? I can see why she wouldn’t take my advice, because I obviously have no idea what I’m talking about. (rolling eyes)

She called Sugar Daddy and asked him to pick up some ingredients for her frosting recipe. I overheard her ask for cool-whip. When she wrote “whipped cream” on the card she was referring to cool-whip. Interesting.

With ingredients on hand she gathered her mixing bowl, measuring cups and spoons. She has her own set of cooking/baking utensils. I was baking oatmeal cake at the same time, so I kept an eye on what was going down in her corner of the kitchen. She saw me cracking  eggs and asked for one. That’s when I had to step in. I asked her if she’d be cooking the frosting. No. Then I explained to her why she would not be using an egg. I told her to think about what cool-whip and raw egg would taste like together. She made a “yuck” face. I was shocked she heeded my advice.

She continued on, as did I. Then I saw her reach for the flour. And she hesitated. I wanted so badly to tell her it would be gross. But I held my tongue. I already offered the advice once and she shot it down. She looked at the flour and then the bowl of cool whip and sugar. Then to me she said, “the flour wasn’t supposed to be in my recipe. That’s the part I needed to correct”  I nodded my head, careful not say “I told you so.”

She mixed in a little milk and stirred hard, the mixture was very runny. She looked a little concerned but continued stirring. I told her the more she stirred the runnier it would become. She added more cool-whip and sugar to thicken the mix. And only stirred a few times.

Time to taste. She put a big spoonful in her mouth, eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a big “Yum!”. She ran to get her brothers so they could try the frosting. They loved it as well, and between the three of them they finished off the contents of the bowl. Girl was thrilled. She was so happy that her big brothers enjoyed the frosting. Her “homemade” frosting.

Girl looked at me and said, “Geez, I have only cooked a couple of times and I already make THE best frosting! I must be a really good cook!”

What she lacks in knowledge of ingredients she makes up for in confidence.

This is her final recipe card after a few changes that she made on her “own” I love “From” part! Her Brain