Oh boy. I just ate some leftovers, and am stuffed all over again. I don't know why they won't let me have a lil' room in the barracks... with a stove.
Made some sugar cookies, it was wet and rainy, perfect for the warm smell that emanates from the over, ya know? And had managed to get Easter decorations up (extra special this year) so he was able to 'tuck them in his pocket'. I explained to daughter the 'cookie dance' is not unlike the 'mating dance', while she hollered at me to STOP!! LOL! Once the smells hit there's one trip thru the kitchen, ignoring what you're doing-very short time later a second trip thru the kitchen, asking what you're doing-and a very short time later a third trip thru the kitchen to snatch 'em.
My brother would go for the dough when we were younger and I got him everytime with the wooden spoon! LOL!
Ahhhhhhh, now to go read that article : (
I should have never read it after eating. Justa, you kept my dinner down. Thank you.
And the wooden spoon! My mother used to tap us on the head when we'd get in her way in th kitchen.She called it "bonking".With each tap she'd make a "bonk" noise by clucking her tongue to the roof of her mouth.She'd say;"three bonks for you, and a big bop if you don't shoo".LOL!