So when the holidays roll around, I turn to her for help. It's fun baking with her. Everything we make ends up looking the way it's supposed to look and she's organized enough to check her ingredient list before we begin. Earlier in December, we headed her way for the (hopefully annual tradition of) Christmas cooking baking day.
All was merry. (Except for the random whining over more cookies. That got a little annoying.)
|She's soooo organized!!|
|First casualty of the day. Whoops.|
|He'd never seen something so amazing.|
|All was quiet upstairs.... but this is what we found.|
|Every single time. Note to Liz: Add more flour!|
Oh, and the state trooper who pulled me over for going 73 in a 55 (dang Nevada speed trap!) on the way back was quite the merry holiday elf for just giving me a warning. Cheers!