I sit here contemplating eating, yet another, of the wonderful cream puffs my twentysomething, single daughter who writes this blog baked for my birthday. It’s fun to read her musings. I see our off-beat family humor leak through. She has had a love for cooking since she was young ,and has learned to do so in spite of her mother. Dad, admittedly, is more daring in the kitchen. Me? I set the table and create the ambiance . . . that’s my job. I love linens, tablecloths, flowers and candle holders. But me – cook? If it takes more than 30 minutes and dosen’t involve a can opener and microwave, forget it. (Actually, I can cook – I just don’t enjoy it.) Anyway, enough about me and my culinary inadequacies. I look forward to reading more of her “apron adventures” and seeing Daddy’s guest comments. (Goodness…I’ll never lose weight………..)
Enjoy!
I sit here contemplating eating, yet another, of the wonderful cream puffs my twentysomething, single daughter who writes this blog baked for my birthday. It’s fun to read her musings. I see our off-beat family humor leak through. She has had a love for cooking since she was young ,and has learned to do so in spite of her mother. Dad, admittedly, is more daring in the kitchen. Me? I set the table and create the ambiance . . . that’s my job. I love linens, tablecloths, flowers and candle holders. But me – cook? If it takes more than 30 minutes and dosen’t involve a can opener and microwave, forget it. (Actually, I can cook – I just don’t enjoy it.) Anyway, enough about me and my culinary inadequacies. I look forward to reading more of her “apron adventures” and seeing Daddy’s guest comments. (Goodness…I’ll never lose weight………..)
Enjoy!