A week or so ago Miriam started planning for Mother's Day, and part of her plan was to cook for her mom. She even went as far as to make a recipe book. Today we saw the results...
When you're child goes through all that work, how do you tell them that it won't work and that you won't make it? My (Alvin's) plan was to simply suggest she add a few more ingredients to the ones she already had. So while I looked for a good made from scratch recipe, Miriam went about spooning in the sprinkles and marshmallows. I told her she'd need to add some milk and some other ingredients. While I searched for the other ingredients, she added about a quart of milk. At this point, I decided that it would take so many other ingredients to make the cake salvageable, that it wasn't worth it. We just threw her cake into the oven.
The result has more of the texture of flan than it does of cake, but I kind of like it. I ate most of the missing half of the 'cac'. Miriam, on the other hand, can't stand it. Maybe this will keep her from creating too many things on her own in the future.