For the past few months, my Tuesday nights have been dubbed “date night” with my boyfriend’s six year old son, Eliot.
It’s just the two of us, pal-ing around Akron, playing games, watching movies, or making up dance routines in the living room.
But last Tuesday, he had a special request: “Can we make cupcakes?”
Inspired by his new favorite show – Kids Baking Championships, he asked if we could make a protein breakfast cupcake.
I made a special last-minute trip to the store to get the pastry flour the recipe called for (if I had planned ahead, I could’ve gotten this at a Countryside Farmers’ Market, but this last-minute adventure called for emergency non-local flour.
Eliot helped every step of the way – from lining the cupcake pan with liners to reading me the recipe to remind me how many cups or tablespoons we needed of each ingredient.
He was an A+ baking assistant, and I don’t know which made me happier – seeing him get excited about creating something in the kitchen or the fact that he was genuinely proud of himself for following a recipe (so much so that he wanted his picture taken holding said recipe.)
Either way, bustling around in the kitchen with Eliot – pretending we are baking champions and concocting our own sweet treat from scratch – was the highlight of my week, and frankly quite heart-melting.
I hope your next Tuesday night includes the simple joys of making a mess in your kitchen, connecting with the people you love and with food, and maybe even a picture of yourself holding the recipe you so proudly mastered.