Hey Lils,
Thanks for chilling out the last two weeks as I attempted to actually cook dinner more -shocking I know. You were world’s greatest baby. You sat in your car seat on the floor while I rushed about the kitchen chopping this, blending that, etc. I talked to you the entire time like a complete mad woman in hopes that you would keep quiet. It was as if I had my own cooking show as I spoke to you like,
And now I’m going to take 1/2 cup of flour and mix it in…stir it but not too hard…
I can’t say you seemed totally thrilled to be sitting there the entire time. In fact your face looked like someone who thought they scored tickets to see Bobby Flay and instead got stuck with Paula Dean.
Regardless I appreciated your patience.
I’ve never been a good cook I have to say but I am looking forward to making your food starting next month. After all it will be my kind of cooking – blending a bunch of crap together and serving it. Just my style.
