I'm the first to admit that I prefer cooking savoury dishes. Add to that Presley's fear of the food mixer* and you'll understand why we don't do that much baking together.
*I used to make a thick gravy for the boys by whizzing cooked vegetables into stock with my handheld food mixer. Yeah, I know, I said I'd never hide vegetables either, but I said a lot of things before I became a parent. Presley freaks out the second he hears me plug the mixer in. Most days when I tell him what's for tea he replies 'no noisy gravy'. It's okay, I still have pasta sauce that I can hide vegetables in (without making a noise).
Biscuits, on the other hand, require no food mixer. The children can join in with measuring out the ingredients and mixing with wooden spoons or little hands. They can watch their creations cook through the glass in the oven door. Then - the best bit - they can decorate them, with melted chocolate or icing and hundreds and thousands.
The other day we made gingerbread men.
As you can see they haven't quite got the hang of where to put the buttons. Oh and the one with a foot missing was Cash pressing down with the cutter before I was ready!
When they had cooled down we got out the icing tubes and started decorating. This is one of mine. Those icing tubes aren't the easiest things to use.
This is another one of mine, celebrating summer!
It was a family affair. Here is Andy's effort.
Nope, me neither. He was particularly proud of the stockings though.
Here are the finished gingerbread men from all of us.
I think the boys did really well with theirs!
What's that you say? English Mum's having a bake-off? Oh well, I'll have to enter with these fine fellows!
I wonder if there's a prize for the worst entry?
Yes, it's a cupcake.
Like I said, I'm not known for my baking!