Sunday November 18, 2007

This weekend, Noah discovered our oven.  And, for the first time in his life, he baked.  And not in a half-assed way, oh no:  I came home from "Wonderful Town" last night to a freshly baked red pepper and romano quiche and a cherry pie (topped with a brown sugar egg wash, and served with real whipped cream, no less!).
This morning, he made popovers.  From scratch.

This kind of thing might be why the scale says I gained 13 pounds in the last two weeks.  Or, the scale might just be evil and wrong, and I will be able to eat four popovers with jam for breakfast every day without consequence!  I vote for Option B.

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