G-man, our three-year-old son, likes to help bake
these. Some afternoons, while his
baby brother naps, we have fun making a big mess in the kitchen. His aim, when
dumping dry ingredients into the bowl, is improving and he is mastering the art
of smashing the little balls of cookie dough with a fork. He watches with
anticipation while they bake, and proudly runs off with the first one from the
sheet. He has no idea that they are better for him than plain, old peanut
butter cookies. The Cadet enjoys them frozen, especially when he has new teeth coming in.
For about 5 dozen cookies:
