Me: "Why's this measuring cup gray inside?"
Mom: "Oh, yeah. I used it to spread grass seed."
Which pretty much sums up the way Schindler women feel about baking. Or cooking in general. We're not exactly domestic, frankly. I mean, folding's a word you could use to describe the process of putting clean clothes in our drawers. Cramming's another--and far more accurate.
But that doesn't mean we don't do it up for Thanksgiving, celebrating our gloriously non-domestic selves over a store-bought pie...
Here's to celebrating the perfectly imperfect people in your life...in your own way.
|Me & Jake givin' thanks...|