Saturday, Mar. 17, 2012 - 7:06 a.m.

Yesterday evening I made these simple biscuits-- the kind with just self-rising flour and cream. Thought it would be a good recipe to get Q involved in.

Me: Hey, Q, come help me make biscuits! [repeat 3 times]. Here, can you pour this [cream] into the flour?

Q gets down from stepstool, retrieves a spoon, comes back and starts eating the cream.

Me: Uh, no, don't eat it! It needs to go in there. We're making biscuits! Oh, never mind. [I pour the cream in myself]

[If I had had more cream this wouldn't have been a big deal, but I barely had enough as it was).

Now can you stir--

Q immediately turns the spoon to the barely-mixed flour-and-cream mixture. I stir like crazy. She keeps at it. I move the operation to another counter. I pat out the biscuits and put them on the baking sheet, and she comes up trying to spoon the raw, formed biscuits.

This is the problem with cooking with Q.

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