Baking Riddles for Sweet Chefs

I mix batter smooth with spin after spin. Plug me in and I’ll quickly begin.

I’m a powdery puff that makes dough climb. Add me to rise right on time.

I’m a timer that ticks till treats are done. When I ding, the goodies have won.

I’m a mitt that shields hands from heat. Slip me on before grabbing a treat.

I’m a pan with cups in a dozen array. Fill me with batter for a frosted display.

I’m a sugar artist swirling white peaks. Toast me golden — perfection speaks.

I’m a hefty stick kept cold and neat. Melt me slowly for flaky feats.

I’m a sieve full of holes fine and neat. Shake me gently to light up the wheat.

I’m a wooden friend with spoon-shaped grace. Stir me through batter without leaving a trace.

I’m the sweet smell filling the room. Open the door to taste the plume.

I print out shapes both simple and grand. Press me in dough with a steady hand.

I’m a sugar sprinkle rainbow bright. Drop me on icing for colorful sight.

I’m a toothpick test to check the bake. If I come out clean, the cake will make.

I’m a rack with wires letting air flow. Rest your treats on me to cool down slow.

I’m a recipe’s guide with measured delight. Follow my steps and the dessert turns out right.