I'm his kind of lady...
Tonight I made some pull apart cinnamon rolls for the kids. They got to help stir the ingredients and of course, lick the spoon.
You're supposed to eat them warm from the oven, after you drizzle the glaze over the top. I served it to the kids with a cup of milk. They ate, quietly, with only the sound of smacking lips and every so often, you could hear one of them say "mmmm..."
When he was finished, Ethan came up to me and said "Mommy, I'm not sure if girls cook as best as you do... so when I'm married, could you come cook these things for my family?"
I love this age of total innocence, mixed in with total ignorance :)
You're supposed to eat them warm from the oven, after you drizzle the glaze over the top. I served it to the kids with a cup of milk. They ate, quietly, with only the sound of smacking lips and every so often, you could hear one of them say "mmmm..."
When he was finished, Ethan came up to me and said "Mommy, I'm not sure if girls cook as best as you do... so when I'm married, could you come cook these things for my family?"
I love this age of total innocence, mixed in with total ignorance :)
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Someday, you can pass along that cinnamon pull apart recipe to Ethan's wife with this little story. :)