Now the summer holidays are upon us what could be nicer, I thought to myself yesterday, than to attempt a spot of baking with three year old E. Shortbread is pretty simple, isn’t it? We’ll give that a go.I’d popped on to the BBC website, which is always my first stop for spontaneous cooking, and found this easy peasy recipe:

- Heat the oven to 190C/375F/Gas 5.
- Beat 4oz butter and 2oz sugar together until smooth.
- Stir in 6oz flour to get a smooth paste. Turn on to a work surface and gently roll out until the paste is 1cm/½in thick.
- Cut into rounds or fingers and place onto a baking tray. Sprinkle with icing sugar and chill in the fridge for 20 minutes.
- Bake in the oven for 15-20 minutes, or until pale golden-brown. Set aside to cool on a wire rack.
Excellent as this guidance was, I think it missed a few critical steps so I thought I’d update it for you.
Bung baby T into his chair with Curly (soft toy sheep) for company.
- Wrestle E into Gruffalo apron.
- Wash hands very enthusiastically while singing the fab I Can Cook hand washing song, imagining self as the smiley, unflappable Katy.
- Realise butter is in fridge and therefore rock hard.
- Conduct swift mental calculation (time for butter to soften at ambient temperature) – (time before E gets bored of waiting) = Problem!
- Decide to put granite-butter in microwave to soften.
- Retrieve Curly from floor for shouting T.
- Return to microwave to find island of butter surrounded by melted golden sea (Never mind, what difference can it really make, hey?)
- Locate sugar at back of cupboard, standing on chair on one leg, while explaining to E that he must never stand on chairs because it’s dangerous.
- Conduct further mental calculation a fraction of a second too late: (E’s enthusiasm for pouring in the sugar) > (E’s understanding of measurement).
- Spoon excess sugar into bin.
- Watch E sneeze all over hands.
- Wash hands with slightly less enthusiasm still singing the I Can Cook hand washing song and imagining Katy has numerous crew around to help out.
- Allow E to stir … erm … briskly (anorak with hood may have been useful here to avoid sudden sugar shower).
- Having learnt from sugar experience, measure flour into separate bowl for E to pour in.
- Let E tip the flour into bowl.
- Try not to breathe for 5 minutes while dense flour cloud dissipates.
- Give it a good mix to start to bring together and then let E get his hands in to form a ball.
- Gasp as E stick dough covered finger up nose.
- Wash hands again while E sings that irritating hand washing song, imagining Katy getting breaks to recover between takes.
- Tip dough onto table and watch for a few minute as E beats it with the rolling pin.
- Tell him what a good job he’s done and ask if he would mind ‘some help finishing off’.
- Attempt to reassemble dough and roll out.
- Find biscuit cutter and return to find E trying to feed dough to T.
- Explain calmly, for the hundredth time, that T is too small to share E’s food.
- Remove dough from T’s hands while supervising E’s random stamping of shapes out of the dough.
- Scrape shapes off table and onto baking tray.
- Don’t bother to sprinkle on sugar because frankly enough is enough.
- Whack into oven which isn’t preheated, natch.
- Return wearily to sink for more hand washing and grit teeth through that song, picturing Katy reclining in dressing room with vodka bottle at the end of the day.
- Leave washing up for Daddy due to fear that E will start the Big Cook Little Cook washing up song.
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Brilliantly written! I can see it all, probably in slow motion too 😉
Thanks, it was certainly an experience!
Brilliant entry fo the carnival, thank you so much for joining in
Thanks Mari, good luck with putting it all together.
LOL! You made me laugh – sounds like me making shortbread in my household! 🙂
It never quite goes to plan, does it? You should see us bake a cake! Thanks for commenting.
How funny! I too am domestically challenged. I sometimes fantasise about wrapping Delia Smith in tinfoil and stuffing her into a perfectly pre-heated oven for being smug. Then I remember she has the only crumble recipe I can stomach when I’m hungover. Well done, wicked piece of writing.
Thanks Sarah. Writing this sort of thing is a bit out of my comfort zone but it’s good to try something different. I’m sure one day I will just morph into Delia but not yet, obviously.
Hee hee hee – that’s very funny and actually showing the realities of baking with a 3 year old. Note that I glossed over the reality!!!! x x
Thanks, and the linky is a fab idea! Well done for sorting that out.
Excellent post and illustrates why I hate baking with kids!
I do find it more enjoyable by myself but I guess that’s one of the joys of motherhood 😉
Love this! Had a similar experience with homemade Gingerbread (written under my post heading “I Went On A Voyage Of Self Discovery and Found A Control Freak”. Quite exhausting and I don’t plan to repeat it!
Glad it’s not just me! I’ll check that out, thanks.
You just gotta love baking! I’m so glad K is “too old to bake now Mum!”
Brilliant – THANK YOU, just what I need 😀 But you forgot the throw the bowl, rolling pin, cookie cutters and baking tray on the floor mid way through (which usually accompanies our cooking at the moment)
Never a truer baking post written. Love it!