One of my earliest memories of cupcakes was sitting at the edge of the kitchen sink with my feet soaking in jik* and licking the cupcake batter off the ends of the beater. My mother called them ice-creams sticks and it was my turn to lick them clean. *After spending the day in trees picking Mulberries,… Continue reading Holiday Cupcakes
Last week-end I got to spend some time with my sister Tracey and her family. As always we end up reminiscing about the good ole days. Tracey has an amazing memory and can recall every event and word from 20 years ago. She loves to remind me how I cooked a chicken in a plastic… Continue reading Baked Potato & BBQ chicken filling concoction.