Well, there was some booty-shaking involved. I can tell you that. When cooking, it's necessary to shake your tail feather a bit. Otherwise, things don't mix properly.
My immediate supervisor wasn't sure what to think about the "dancing." However, he enjoyed hearing about how "shorty" was "on fire" on the dance floor. Also, I determined that no matter how much you want to show your son how to crack an egg properly, you cannot crack an egg on his high chair. Too resilient.
He approved of my mixing technique, though, and of the ultimate result: Smitten Kitchen's Buttermilk Raspberry Cake.
After baking, before eating:
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