n this house, birthdays last a whole week, meaning the birthday girl, or boy, or dog, gets a whole week of surprises, yummy food, fun activities, first choice in movies, power over the remote, and much more, all in a "it's your week so you might as well take advantage of it before you lose all your power in 7 days" kind of way.
This week, it was my turn. This usually means going to the movies will absolutely happen, lots of popcorn will be eaten, pizza will be eaten, going to my favorite restaurant will happen, presents will be bought, and more often than not, this means two things: a kitchen gadget of some kind, a course of some kind, or a cookbook. Especially the latter. Here's the sad truth though, whenever someone wants to give me a gift for my birthday, they tend to steer clear from anything culinary because they know I spend every waking hour in the kitchen. They think I probably have it all when it comes to the kitchen (yeah right!), or that I'm a recipe creator and already know enough about cooking (as if that were even possible!), or they think "she's already in there all the time, she probably needs a sweater, let's not give her something that will put her back in the kitchen, that's so 1950s!".Read More