Bart Bear's Blog

We've been making cupcakes. I love cupcakes, they are even better than cookies and cookies are great. My job is to help measure everything and stop the mixing spoons from dribbling delicious dribbles on things. That is best done by licking the spoons and dribbles clean while Mum is looking the other way. This batch of cupcakes was supposed to go to work with Mum, but something happened to them before she was able to pack them up. The picture might give you a hint why the number was way down on what she cooked. I have to point out that the pile of empty paper wrappers is due to Dad, not me. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Labels: cookies

Dad showed me one of the ways cookies get into the cookie jar. Here we are getting a batch ready for cooking. This is one of the jobs that I think I will like. For this special chocolate batch the first thing is to get a bag of boring old arrowroot bikkies and bash them into powder. Dad let me thump the bikkies with a pestle and later on we mixed in coconut , chocolate and other yucky stuff. Mum says we made a mess, Dad ate most of the cookies and I had a sore back for a day or two.

Labels: cookies

I got into trouble today. Mum has got this very interesting new jar. When Dad had his morning coffee he took the top off it and guess what - it is full of cookies!! I had to see how the cookies grew in the jar so I climbed in when nobody was looking, but I got stuck. The meanies wouldn't get me out until they had laughed themselves silly and taken a photo. I still don't know how cookie jars grow cookies.

Labels: climbing, cookies, trouble