The other afternoon, I made an angel food cake for my friend Jane. I had to separate egg whites from yolks, so I ended up with a bowl of yolks. Well, Blake saw what I was doing, and as he always does when I cook, climbed onto the counter to help me. He grabbed a spoon and started to stir the yolks. Visualizing a big yellow stain on my carpet, I replaced his yolks with a bowl of powdered sugar. He was thrilled. 
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Junior Cook
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Some Day he will be a gret chef!
They say you can taste the love when someone ccoks because of the sure desire it gives them.
That why Holiday gathering food taste so good.
So cute! I love that you don't shy away from a (reasonable) mess.
That is so great! Monkey loves to help in the kitchen...champion stirrer. We should get a hand mixer like that! He'd love it.
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