We’re going to my sister’s for Thanksgiving. We’re responsible for the pies. Baking Son came through – by the time I got home from work today there was one apple pie all done, filling for two cherry pies and a pumpkin pie, and a lot of pie crust ready to roll out.
Yea for Baking Son!
Yea for your baking son! And Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Yea for your baking son! And Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Ooops… not at home! :)
Our son used to bake and cook but I don’t recall
recall any pies.
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I think I will perhaps participate a little bit because it promotes, umm, family togetherness and online it is all nice and clinically sterile so I can better pretend I’m not interacting with my mother.
Sadly, I have been misrepresented by my Mother. Even the pseudonym suggests that all there is to me is baking.
Gosh darn it, I bake all sorts of things all the time for my family, selflessly slaving away in the kitchen (dressed like a girl, apron on and wispy curly hair up, flour on face and all) and wash the dishes. How much sense does that make? The person who cooks also cleans? I make baklava and tiramisu. And other things.
All of sudden I’ve realized there really isn’t any sort of, like, unifying theme or closure to this post.