My daughter came home from school in time to see me standing at the oven.
"Whatcha making?" she inquired, peering at the stove. "Cookies?"
"Nope", I said, "Meatballs -- but I found this cookie recipe that I was going to --"
"How about something from my cookbook?" she said, lunging for it. She began to read off names of cakes, and I cautioned her 'Kiddo, we're talking COOKIES here."
"I know, I know", she said, leafing through the book. "OOOH -- Depression-Killer Brownies!"
Guess whats cooking now....
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