… there is always time for Photoshop. And then I won't be stuck with a whole cake in my house screaming in the middle of the night, waking me up and forcing me to consume it like I am in some Ambien-induced sleepwalking binge coma.
Oh, sorry about that. I got off topic.
Our charge this week was to celebrate MCMM's 1st blogaversary by baking a cake, preferably with our kids. Yeh, well that was not going to happen around here this weekend. Not with all soccer all the time Danny. I am sure sweet Jana would have jumped right in but she has a hard time licking the spoon all the way from Wisconsin (not that she wouldn't give it her best shot).
So instead, I jumped in with a little Photoshop magic. The sentiment is the same.
This got me to thinking how I miss the days when they were little and they loved to bake with me (but not the mess or the fight over who got to crack the eggs). And the nights when Jana's friends would come here for movie and baking night when they were fed up with the boring suburban scene. How I loved all those girls around my kitchen table. (girls if you are reading please come bake here when you are home for Thankgiving and make a IRB-deprived mom happy). Even Danny's friends went through a major baking phase. They have a cult-like affinity for Funfetti cakes.
Enough nostalgia, I am sure my black and white kitchen floor still has a few messy, teen-inspired baking days in its future.
Congrats to my fellow MCMM bloggers. I am late to this party but will never miss out on a chance to serve up the cake.