Yesterday's failure was not. The chocolate set up in a warm kitchen. It just took more time and patience then we were willing to give it yesterday evening.
This is what I came home to today. A spoon sitting in the tart pan and the tar in the shape of a crescent moon. It was really MUCH better the second day. The chocolate tart would be something to make for company (if you wished to share). It is very decadent and hard to take just one bite.
I am going to share some of my baking adventures here today.
I let Small Mister help me break bread. I find I have more patience as a Grandmomma then a Momma. I do believe it has a lot to do with getting sleep. The Tall Short Person still does not sleep well to do this day.
I do believe it also has something to do with being a different child. Small Mister is very curious on how everything works. Like my sewing machine. Or my spinning wheel. Or what is Grandmomma making in that bowl. It took him a bit to put his hands in and touch it but when he did.... We were making rye bread for his Grandpoppa. Sourdough rye.
I gave him the wooden spoon when it was time to knead so I could put him down. It was an adventure.
But it brought so much joy! It is my fault if Small Mister grows up to be a baker or chef. I will take full responsibility.