But that doesn’t feel like enough. I actually want to make these cinnamon rolls. These green beans. These lemon cookies.
Plus I’d like to cook and dye some Easter eggs for the kids’ egg hunt Sunday.
The cinnamon rolls alone look like a pretty involved process, and making them would be more than a little silly considering I could just by a tube of them in the dairy section. Plus, I already have Finish nisua bread at home, which serves the same purpose of sitting sweetly next to my cup of coffee.
None of this deters me, however.
It’ll be interesting to see what I actually manage to squeeze in, considering I’ll be home alone with my son, the world’s most hopelessly obsessed baseball player, all day tomorrow.
I wish he still liked to help me in the kitchen like he did when he was 3 and 4. But these days the house walls cannot contain him. He’ll be begging to play catch by 10 a.m., and that might put an end to my kitchen-centric dreams.