I will be busy preparing desserts and making preparations for our Christmas dinner and as I am cooking, I keep in mind all of those years spent as a child in grandmothers kitchen. And as I keep stirring the sweet concoction that I will pop into the oven I recall that my favorite spice was cinnamon. I loved to help grandma sprinkle the cinnamon. Once, I tossed back the whole jar and found out quickly that cinnamon doesn’t taste the same in large quantities. (Cough. Cough. Hack.)
I wonder what mishaps these children will have to tell in later years?
Nevermind riding behind me on that toy and tripping me as I turn around with the bowl… or eating all of the cookies as fast as I can bake them.
I love the Christmas mess!