As I stood at my kitchen sink this morning, my eyes were drawn to a photo I have placed on the window sill from our 20th wedding anniversary trip with our family last summer. It shows our three kids on the beach with "Cayman 2012" scrawled in the sand in front of them. As I... Continue Reading →
A pull-apart cookie dough kinda girl
"Mommy, can we please bake cookies? The kind where you have to mash them down with the rollie thing?" This is what my six year old daughter asked me last Tuesday morning. She was referring to homemade cookies rolled out with my wooden rolling pin. I'm sad to admit I wondered how she even knew... Continue Reading →