Just an Excuse

I'm beginning to think that our cooking days are just a poorly disguised excuse to get together and eat cookies for breakfast. I mean, there's cooking going on, but it hardly seems to be the point anymore. And I'm ok with that.

Our Cooking Days started when I was pregnant with Arch and wanted to prepare by having some meals in the freezer. So I called my mom and sister together, we cooked up a storm and all went home with chicken pot pies and other things to stock our freezers. It was so much fun that ever since then, once or twice a year, we have a cooking day. Yesterday Denise made an apple pie and shared only the blissful aroma that filled up the house. She took the WHOLE PIE home with her and didn't share any with us. Oh well. She forgot her recipe on my counter, I'm thinking of holding it hostage till she promises to make a pie for me.

Mom made Tater Tot Casserole and (in the true spirit of Cooking Day) shared one each with Denise and me.

I made Turkey Breakfast Sausages and half of them were eaten before my family left. So much for stocking up. We also made cookies, pita bread, and... Was that it? Well anyway, the real point of the day wasn't stocking our freezers. It was hanging out together, laughing, sharing stories, chasing the kids around the house. And eating cookies. By noon we were all starving and I warmed up some potato soup, we stuffed our tummies full and everyone dispersed, back to their own houses. I love you girls, thanks for coming over. And thanks Dad for being our photographer and technical support specialist for the day!

all photos by Dad

Can you believe Denise had the nerve to show up in the exact same outfit that I was wearing? Seriously, we didn't plan it. I know you don't believe me. But we didn't!