Pepperidge Farm Remembers

Do you remember the days of your childhood sitting around in the kitchen watching your mother prepare chocolate cake. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, mom would finally pass you the mixing bowl so that you could lick the chocolate batter off of the mixing spoon. Sometimes you would dip your hand into the bowl to wipe the sides clean; sometimes you would just press your whole face into the bowl. Eventually your hands, face and possibly arms would be smeared with sticky sweet batter like some fantastical coal miner from candy-land.

We're currently living those days. This weekend we did some cooking; G and S gathered close to my apron strings to reap their reward.






What's that? You want to know why the cake batter is green? Oh, that's because it is pesto sauce.

My kids are strange.