Soda Cookies

In the trailer once again, the house-sitting gig is up. It was good while it lasted, but it definitely lost its sweetness when I suffered a snotacular allergic reaction to the 3 cats.

Back in the silver bullet, home-sweet-home - I really do love it. I’m baking cookies for my muffin. I just looked in the oven and they’re poofing up real good. Hmmm…I wonder if it was the Italian Soda?

When I was about 3 feet tall I used to love this game-show called “Just Like Mom”. Parent-child teams would compete to determine which team knew each other the best. The climax of the show was cookie bake-off. The kids (sans parents) would bake cookies and their parents had to guess which was their child’s creation, or in some cases – devastation. This was the nastiest, hence BEST, part of the show. Let me tell you, these kids had no clue how to bake cookies. Some were so daft, they’d add ketchup. Another ingredient that I found disgustingly intriguing was Orange Crush.

My sister and I had it all figured out. If given the chance, we’d rock the kid’s game-show circuit. We devised strategies for all of our favourite shows. For example, on Just Like Mom, we planned to add an exorbitant amount of Orange Crush to the cookies. Some people might consider this to be cheating, but we thought it was just plain smart.

This is a picture taken before our Thanksgiving feast. It was an amazingly organic meal lovingly prepared by the womanly members of my new familia. Before he got too full, Holly (my niece), made sure Pitch got a healthy serving of lovin'. Now that's something to thankful for.