When I was twelve, making chocolate chip cookies was a big deal. My mother was not big on the culinary arts. As an immigrant, she had bigger fish to fry than baking cookies with her kids. I kind of understood her struggle at that young age. I saw how much she had to do, definitely … Continue reading Churros
Yesterday I : played puzzles with G cleaned the entire house: bathrooms, windows, vacuumed and moped with the “assistance” of two little girls. did 3 loads of laundry, folded 2 and put 1 away practiced violin with P took P to a violin lesson took P and G to the driving range made breakfast. lunch and … Continue reading No. I don’t have time.