One of my best memories growing up was helping my mom bake buns. She'd give me a small bit of dough and I'd make a dough-man. Then I'd go play until the buns were ready.
My daughter loves to help me. And it really makes me happy to see another generation baking. It may take a bit longer and I have been learning a lot of patience, but it's worth it.
Yikes. I might need to copy the recipe out again!! My original seems to be a bit worse for wear.
My helper is ready to go!!
Her favourite part - the eggs. She cracks them into a bowl (I search for any pieces of shell) and she dumps them in the mixing bowl.
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