The best part is the chef's hat.
The worst part is the "help" we get from her brother.
His hands are positively twitching. It's all I can do not to nail them to the counter.
The other worst part about this cookbook is that it's all about sugar. Thanks, mom!
Olivia pages through the recipes like they're stories, exclaiming over the necessary ingredients like they're characters in a plot. Yesterday evening I willingly helped her choose some potential candidates and made a shopping list of what we don't have on hand. But I drew the line at reading the book to her like it was a bedtime story.
Being the daddy's girl that she is, she made a big talk about saving some for him, but since he's currently TDY until Friday, I suspect that won't be happening. Especially considering we basically had cookies for our lunch today. Methinks I'll be making another trip to the store very soon.