Ever since I can remember I have been making peanut butter cookies. Probably since I was strong enough to mix the dough by myself with the wooden spoon. My mother always let me have full reign of the kitchen whenever I had the desire to bake something. I would sit for hours looking through the cookbook trying to find something to make. I distinctly remember rummaging through the cabinets making sure I had all of the ingredients needed. Whenever I finished baking anything I would always take a piece or two upstairs to my dad for him to sample what I had made. If he liked it he was downstairs about 5 minutes later looking for some more, that was always the biggest compliment and I always knew I could make that again. If no one returned for more I usually never made it again ☺
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
This one has a home built behind it.
I LOVE this old window, I wonder did she set pies there to cool?!
It sure takes a lot to take care of a home ♥