Baking Christmas cookies with Adam. 2nd year but this time he helped – kind of. He helped pour into the big bowl and mix and kick the beaters.
Later he ate the reject shapes that baked. Nothing better than warm cookies. (And, and my two cups of coffee with Baileys as creamer didn’t hurt my mood either.)
I have neighbors! Their daughter, Ella, is 2 months older than Adam. They bake Christmas cookies and leave notes on my front door because the basket ball flew over the fence.
Like a good dad, I taught him how to grip with his legs and stay on when I buck a little.
My first ever attempt at beef stroganoff and it was good. I’m trying to expand my little recipe book and slow cooker skills and this one is now in the line up.
