Every Wednesday night I go to our friends' house for dinner, and Michele, Michael and I take our turns to cook. Zoel was four years and 360 days old yesterday, and as we sat chatting about what I could get him for his impending birthday (his conclusion was "you choose, it's better that way") I asked him if we would like to help me bake. He asked me what that meant. I answered, "it's making magic in an oven."
Which it is to me. You follow simple instructions, mix them around a bit, put them in the oven and somehow it miraculously turns into yummy goodness. Sounds base, but this never ceases to be a revelantion for me. And it seems it was for little Zo too.
At first put off by getting his hands covered in butter and flour, he got right into it when we were pushing the dough into the pan. Getting the hang of it, he realized that when hitting the dough with all his might he wasn't quite emulating what I was doing. He was an expert by the second pan. This recipe is incredibly simple, and once you have pushed the dough into the pan, you just heat the cranberries, sugar and some water until the cramberries burst and pour it over the top. Voila! Magic cranberry bars, perfect for snacking (or even breakfasting on) when you have a ton of people over at Thanksgiving.