Or I should say in the kitchen. A constant hang out. Being back home is being in the kitchen.
Up at six, five thousand cookies, pies, breads cakes and it is only nine in the morning.
I have already unbutton the top button on my pants.
Family and baking it goes hand in hand. I do not know how many times I have washed the measuring spoons and cups. Five, six, ten thousands times?
A family affair.
A cookie monster.
Delicious heart-full home.
Snicker doodles hot from the oven.