Tuesday, May 18, 2010


On Sunday Andrew and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary. We went out to dinner at a nearby Spanish restaurant, and had a grown-up conversation about books we wish we'd never read, and books that are famous but not worth reading.

Dancer, who is adept in the kitchen, spent a couple of hours that afternoon figuring out how to use a decorating bag and icing tips. She baked a cake, and made white buttercream frosting and yellow royal icing. When we came home (time elapsed: two Star Trek episodes), the cake was ready and we all enjoyed it.

Not shoddy for an 11-year old! (And it tasted good, too!)


  1. Correction. Time elapsed: two and a half Star Trek episodes. :P