She stirs...
She frosts...
She sprinkles....
She bakes a cake!
While I was growing up, both my parents worked. For one reason or another, my dad was the cook. He even did the grocery shopping! He would often buy a cake mix and some frosting and when he would unload the groceries, he would call me into the kitchen (if I wasn't already there) and he would hold up the box of cake mix and frosting to let me know we had some so I could bake a cake within the next couple of days. My dad was the cook and I was the baker. (Must be the reason for his nickname for me... Cupcake!)
While I was growing up, both my parents worked. For one reason or another, my dad was the cook. He even did the grocery shopping! He would often buy a cake mix and some frosting and when he would unload the groceries, he would call me into the kitchen (if I wasn't already there) and he would hold up the box of cake mix and frosting to let me know we had some so I could bake a cake within the next couple of days. My dad was the cook and I was the baker. (Must be the reason for his nickname for me... Cupcake!)
Anyway, for family home evening yesterday it was Breeley's turn to do the treat. She had spent most of the day playing at her friend Madi's house so we didn't have a lot of time to make something extravigent (or the desire) so she picked out the box of cake mix... confetti with vanilla frosting AND she emptied three bottles of sprinkles for the decoration! It was yummy and she has now earned her nickname of Miss Muffin! (Silly nicknames must run in the family!)