Been in the kitchen making cookies with momma and aunty gina since i got up this morning.
It ain't no joke.
My mom, more than twice my age has incredible energy.
It puts me to shame.
She makes great pineapple tarts. The pastry is crumbly and has a tinge of the taste of milk. It is simply divine, as it melts in your mouth once you pop one in.
If there was a way technology could allow us to put our hands through the screen to reach in and grab something, i'd gladly stick up a link to a photo of her tarts.
Lately, have been having issues with paternal.
Uhm, it's late. Gotta go lest me headache makes a comeback i hardly desire.