It’s a new year. It’s not necessarily a new me. However, I have been in the kitchen more . . . on purpose.
Since it is the last day of the kid’s Christmas vacation and we all survived, I made banana pancakes. The first batch didn’t look very good. It took a lot of convincing to get the kid to eat.
She said something that I’ve never heard from any of my children. She said, “These are really good mommy. You should make some more.”
It was a New Year’s miracle.
I feel like I could be Wonder Woman in the kitchen. It could happen, right?! I could wear my tiara next time.
This year, Eva and I made cookies for Santa. Usually, I buy them already made.
She wanted to help. Since I cannot find the mixer, Eva was in charge of mashing everything together. Then she put the cookie dough on the sheet. Most of it made it to the cookie sheet. A small percentage was eaten. It could not be helped.
She wanted to help pour the milk for Santa but it was only 4 p.m. Santa- or anyone else really- should not be served sour milk.
P.S. Santa, could you bring us a new mixer for Christmas?