Double Fisting It

While Kim and Chris attended Jeremy's wedding and luncheon last Friday, I had the pleasure of baby sitting Elliott. We had a wonderful time together. He likes to bake (as do I) so we decided to make eggless chocolate chip cookies. I must say they aren't the best cookies I've ever had in my life. They were WAY dry (because I only put in enough baking soda etc. to replace one egg, not two-my bad!) and the dough just isn't as good. Elliott would probably tell you differently but the kid doesn't know any better (because he's always had eggless dough).

A little disclaimer here: I don't usually bake with everything spread all over the counter. But when I'm trying to keep a kid on the counter, putting ingredients away is the least of my worries. I am actually a very neat baker. I try to do most things as neat as possible (Dad would argue this-I always manage to get something on my hands when I eat, no matter what it is I'm eating. Even when I am using silverware, I usually need multiple napkins. Eating isn't a neat business for me I guess)

We had a good time though. I introduced the kid to shortening (Kim is anti trans fat) and after every ingredient he demanded "Mix it!" I tried to explain that we need to put in more ingredients but the little guy really likes to watch it mix. That or he knows what the results are and he just wants to get to the good stuff. At the end of every mixing period, I couldn't keep his hands away from the bowl; he insisted on trying the dough with every possible opportunity. Once we were finished I really couldn't keep his hands away, and maybe Kim can't keep his hands away either. Before I knew it, the kid was-as I like to call it-double fisting it.

I have to admit that I have heard "double fisting it" before but I hadn't really used it until I lived with Cassie. She uses this term often and it just makes sense. When some thing's really good, you gotta double fist it. Load up both hands and get 'em both going. That's how you get the most outta what's in front of you. One hand feeds while the other loads up. SWITCH. Hand two feeds while hand one loads. SWITCH. It's pretty efficient. I'm glad Elliott understands this important feasting process. The downside is you can look like a pig when you double fist it because you end up looking like this:

Bulging cheeks and little bits of food sticking out of your mouth.

Elliott has yet to master double fisting it. Although you're constantly filling your mouth, you've got to stay on top of the chewing so you don't get the oinker appearance (food spilling out of your mouth). Now full hands isn't the oinker appearance because that can mean multiple things, "She's saving some for later." or "She's saving some for her roommate." or "Oh, she's on her way out the door." But when you got bits of food comin' out your mouth then it's like "Whoa. She's really likin' this. So much in fact she can't wait to actually taste it before shoving more in." *Keep in mind here folks, you can double fist anything from dessert, to fruit, to candy, to vegetables, and so on. It's not limited to junk.*

So keep up the good work, Elliott. You stick with me and I'll teach you all about shortening and other trans fats. I'll help you master the art of double fisting it. And someday, maybe you can teach me something about eating food.