Each time I drag out the old mixer and start the baking festivities, Mr. F promptly jumps on the counter to assume his role of pastry chef. Now, I appreciate help in the kitchen, and mostly he just observes from a little spot directly behind the mixer, but some times he tends to get in the way, especially when rolling out cookie dough. At those times I either just send him on his merry way, or bring in a chair for him to sit on and still observe the process while conveniently being off the counter. Here's a little peek of my little dude in his favorite pastry perch.
Here's a little doodle inspired by my big helper! Happy Friday!
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