As you all know, I am not a baker. But when I bake with my 3-year-old granddaughter, Sydney, I am a rock star. A veritable three-star pastry chef. And the key is…sprinkles. Preferably in girly colors like pink and purple.
We are at my mother-in-law’s for a post-Christmas Christmas. It has been a tough year for Bunny. A really, really tough year. But here, in Bunny’s kitchen, with a 3-year-old princess and a cookie sheet, all is right with the world. Funny how that works, isn’t it?
The first thing you need when baking with a princess is some store-bought cookie dough. Yes, you can make your own dough but the princess will not even notice, so why bother. She is captivated only by the sprinkles, of which Bunny has a precious plenty. We have situated Sydney on her “throne,” a bar stool high enough for the princess to have ready access to her sprinkle selection. She is captivated first by the stars and dots, but soon moves on to the sugars. Bunny is a girly girl, too, and has thoughtfully stashed away the pinks, the purples, the silvery whites. There are reds and greens, too, but that is so, well, Christmas. So yesterday or the day before.
We move on to the strawberry cupcakes. Also from a mix, of course. The princess is only concerned with the violently pink icing and the sprinkles, once again. She discovers a flaw in the icing application process. That icing on the knife…it’s dripping. “Oh, oh,” says the princess. “It’s going to fall. I’d better fix that.” And she licks the knife and then resumes icing with self-same knife. Oh, oh. That’s okay. We just won’t tell the others.
Total supplies for this project: One package Pillsbury sugar cookies, 1 box strawberry cake mix, 1 container strawberry frosting (which Bunny whipped to make it easier to spread), a boatload of sprinkles, one princess, two fairy grandmothers and one mother, father and uncle to sample the treats.
You don’t need to be Martha Stewart to do this. In fact, Martha Stewart is not welcome here, where sprinkles are randomly scattered, where the stray bit of saliva might have found its way to the top of a cupcake, and where tiny pink-stained hands are a magical byproduct of excessive sprinkle application.
I have had the chance in my life to meet the famous, to assist those in need, to accomplish a few fairly significant things. But nothing, nothing, beats this.