(never ever again~ oh wait I never say never. Darn it!)
Once the ingredients were gathered I tried to stay back, far far back but I couldn't do it. When I cook or bake I clean as I go and I was slowly watching the kitchen disappear under a flurry of flour, icing sugar and other things. I went in for the "clean". Did a quick once over, including the floor and let her continue. Oh my word, every inch of the island was covered, her and Rosie were having a great time. I kept telling myself they were having a great time and doing a great job but holy crap this was awful.
I hate mess. I hate the kitchen getting floury, I do not like it one bit. When I do this I clean as I go, over and over and over. She is normal she trashes the joint and cleans when she is done. I was so far outside my comfort zone that at one point I believe I said, we need to clean up a little before we get rats in here. They ignore my "quirk" and say things to placate me, Mum, will do it when we are done. Mum, we will not get rats, Mum, please go away. I went away, for a moment to two. I got my camera, I thought it might help. Not so much.
|I love these and they were mess free.|
|Rosie squishing raspberries, she loved it|
|They had a lovely time. Notice the flour, I keep it in a bag so not one grain can escape.|
|Iced Raspberry Mousse.|
|My nemesis, confetti cookies|
|and it required sifting icing sugar. Sh*t was everywhere. Hah, see my 409, I couldn't help myself. I stopped them, moved everything and went into clean up mode.|
|Confetti cookies. Declared the best cookies ever cos they are English with no junk in them. Their words, not mine. Umm, little ones, all homemade stuff has no junk.|