All of you who know me know that I don't bake.
Don't like it.
Never do it.
Respect those who can.
Understand my limitations.
I just can't.
I come from a long line of bakers. My grandmother was an amazing baker. She felt no dinner was complete without a touch of sweet at the end. Whether it was her amazing chocolate chip cookies, awesome chocolate cake, or marvelous apple pies...she made baking look effortless.
I remember Christmas Baking Days as a little girl. My Mom, Gretchen, Jo, and Kathy would spend an entire day baking Norwegian delicacies...krumkake, rosettes, spritz, and berlinerkranser to name a few.
I however, did not inherit any of those great baking genes. I have attempted many times, mind you, but everything I try just seems to fall flat. Literally!
So Nana has moved on to Noah. She is attempting to try and pass down some of her baking secrets to my Little Man...seeing as how they have failed to stick with me.
For my birthday, Nana and Noah made me my favorite red velvet cupcakes. So delish! Today, Nana and Noah made traditional Chex Mix. Yumm-O!
My sweet Little Man just loves to stir.
Note to self...teach son to bake so I don't have to.