|The makings of an Apple Cranberry Pie.|
Grandpa B came up Wednesday morning to help me with the cooking. As far as American food and childhood memories go he is the second best cook only beat by his mother. The smells brought back such good memories. The tastes explode in your mouth.
Here's a taste explosion for you; Chocolate French Silk Pie made with Belgium chocolate and homemade whipped cream...I won't mention the singed hair or my new understanding that some kitchen aids are more then just space fillers...
It seems that around Christmas time as I'm cooking to prepare for some kind of gathering one of the boys has a hard time sleeping. On those night instead of being sent back to bed. They get to come help and even lick the spoon before being sent back to bed. They love it and so do I.
There were 10 of us this year. Five kids and five adults.
I was excited to be sharing our gift house with others. I was excited to be sharing a dream we've had as well; to host friends at our house.
|Big brother came all the way from Boston to be with us.|
It was a good day.