I also noticed that when I say "cook" she goes straight to the microwave. I guess it has been a while since I made a proper dinner. Anyway, I decided to show her we can do a little cooking together. Real cooking/baking. Not pushing buttons on a microwave.
We baked some peanut butter oatmeal bars (recipe below) and made homemade play dough. She absolutely loved it. She loved measuring the ingredients, pouring them in and licking the batter. (The "batter" was a different spatula I dipped in peanut butter). Once we finished preparing, baking and cleaning up our mess, it was time to enjoy the fruits of our labor.
She is so proud of the oatmeal bars she made. I think that's the majority of the reason she polished off two right off the bat. She just kept saying, "Kennedy cooked." She couldn't wait for Greg to get home to cut him one of her bars. And of course, who doesn't love hot pink play dough?!
Someday I'll let her try real batter...one of my all-time favorite things.
Putting all my mini cookie cutters and cupcake decorations to good use.
Roll, cut, repeat.
Peanut Butter Banana Oatmeal Squares