Mostly I’m terrible at making food–I let myself make far too many excuses about not having time, not feeling like it, having to wash my hair…it gets even more ridiculous. Any excuse will do. This is also part of the reason I don’t follow recipes. I never have the ingredients and who has time to plan out every meal of the week? Plus whenever I have tried to do that I feel rebellious against myself like, “NO! I don’t WANT to make that for dinner tonight!”
I am secretly two years old.
BUT. Baking is a whole different story. I. love. baking. And sometimes I get a little crazy, like making magic coconut squares twice in a week, or, like happened on Saturday, getting up at 6:30 and deciding to make cinnamon rolls. I am totally fine with devoting 3+ hours to making cinnamon rolls, but appalled by the thought of spending an hour on dinner?
I am not a logical human sometimes.
But goodness, those cinnamon rolls were deeelish.
My little brother turned 9 on Friday and we celebrated at Trafalga on Saturday, laser tagging and mini golfing and dippin-dots-ing. Also apparently we can’t keep our eyes open in photos.
Jared’s camera antics never cease to make me giggle. What a funny boy. I’m also a big fan of his “prom pose” stunt in the family shot. HA.