Yesterday. .. I sent a text to Grandgirlies house to check on her recovery from her tummy troubles.
With extraordinary promptness. . .
the answer came back that indeed she had recovered and was feeling particularly ambitious and it seemed that a change of scenery was in order.
So ..I picked her up and we headed into the hen house since we heard that the spring hens are beginning to lay.
We thought we might gather up some pee wee eggs for our lunch.
Pee wee eggs are fantastically well shelled and are good eggs for beginner bakers.
They hardly ever break when they are dropped.
When they do break. . .the egg whites are so well shaped that one sheet of paper towel picks it up for a quick clean up.
As I mentioned earlier. ..Grandgirlie was feeling ambitious and with her usual enthusiasm. ..she has a fantastic ability to move continuously so when I asked her to hold her hands still while Grammie did flashless photography. . .
she said. . ."okay grammie" while she held her hands very still and danced with her feet.
I helped her gently tap the eggs on the counter but she reminded me she could divide the eggs apart and drop the contents into a custard cup.
I aim to have all the grands cracking eggs like a pro by the time they start kindergarten.
I haven't checked kindergarten curriculum's lately but no grand of mine will be caught unable to crack open an egg.
My newest cookbook investment is one that you will hear me referring to in the coming days.
The Amish Cook's Baking Book is filled with love and inspiration and the recipes and the photos had me inspired before I tested the first one.
The Amish cooks World's Best Sugar Cookies had to be tested and since it seemed her children could manage helping . . .
I only reasoned that my wee sous chef could too.
She did just fine. . ..dipping her glass into the sugar bowl to press down her cookies.
The cookies were quite tasty. . .
if we did say so ourselves.
She took home "her" pan. . .which included a good addition of sprinkles to show her sister Little Miss Muffet.
After a lunch of some fresh from the hen house eggs and brown toast. . .
she said she was ready it was time to take her home.
When I arrived back home. . .
I straightened out the kitchen and tidied away the books. . .