Birthday for me, means food for you.

I sent my baby a list of things I want for my birthday and told him to pick one (or two or three). But then I saw this...

and now all I want are some wooden utensils. So I think I'll ask him for a Williams & Sonoma gift card.

I think.

Then I could buy this...

Oh Lordy.

...or this...



...or this...



...or this.



So that I can make this...



...or this...



...or this...

Did I mention that I am seriously ready for colder weather (and a bigger kitchen) so I can cook all day and make everyone's bellies full? That's a trait I inherited from my mom. It's one of those genes I don't mind having. Like my big brown doll eyes. The worry-wart trait, on the other hand... I really wouldn't have minded if that little gem had somehow mutated into a gene strand that gave me incredible wit and hilarity.