Thoughts, dreams and adventures of an empty nester who has retired and left the Big Apple for a home in the suburbs.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Years ago when my son was small, he would help me bake my Christmas cookies. He would stand on a chair by the counter and hand me the ingredients and sometimes he would add them. He was better than I at using the cookie cutter, while I was better with the cookie press.
This year when I was baking for our annual Christmas Tree lighting, I had a different kind of help. Burnie decided to add his two cents.
Do you have everything that you need?
This recipe looks good. Is that enough flour?
Is that real butter?
The baking went smoothly in spite of Burnie's help and there were no leftovers to tempt me. Of course, I could make more of those Pecan Pie Bars. Yum, yum.