I grew up pestering my mother in the kitchen. Mom was always a great baker and although I did have an easy bake oven, I am certain if given the choice I would have always picked the adult sized appliances, cake pans and mixing spoons. I stood on a chair for years until I was able to properly peek over the counter.
When I was home last week to help mom get settled into her new, adorable, little home, she surprised me with three pictures of me at varying ages doing exactly as described above. They are hanging in my dining room until my kitchen is renovated and they make me smile every time I walk by.
Happy Haunting tomorrow all!
-m