Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Mother of the Year
OK, I have never won it. Haven't even been nominated. And based on the effusive adolescent gratitude I get around here, I probably never will be nominated. But if getting up at 4 am and making these divine morsels doesn't get me a nod, I don't know what will. Raw milk, a pound and a half of Irish butter, cane sugar, freshly milled organic flour, all baked to mouth-watering perfection (though my picture here is of them rising). Breakfast of champions, indeed. This was actually in honor of my son's 19th birthday today...happy birthday, Grayson!