I thought the harmonica was bad. I thought wrong. These days my youngest sister has taken to the Easy Bake Oven, and is always baking. Always. Goodbye, harmonica and recorder. Hello, mostly baked goods. She has found her way into her bestfriend's brother's heart with her goodies. He is just 7 years-old, and can't get over how good at cooking she is. He even proposed, so the old addage "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach" is true. Apparently. So now I need to learn to cook and bake...
Anyway, how can you resist a miniature person who looks at you conjolingly while offering something they baked "just for you"? Ugh, she would make the Grinch's heart grow ten sizes.
Everytime I succumb I wonder if I am going to die. After all, how safe could it be, baking in a plastic oven with a light bulb? Olivia and her cakes of doom...
To Be Continued...Maybe. I just ate another of her cakes.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
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