So, you all know that I love to write. Duh. I mean, that would be pretty bad if I were a writer who hated writing. (Although, at one time, I was a lawyer who hated law. Hmmm. But, I digress....)
One thing that most people don't know about me is that I also love to cook. So, my hubby and I had our nephews over and I was cooking breakfast. One of my nephews was with me in the kitchen and was watching me make pancakes.
"Aunt Brenda," he asked. "How come everything you cook tastes so good?"
(Insert "aaawwww!" sound here.)
I was thrilled. It's always nice when someone appreciates the fact that you cook. And it's even better when the people you cook for really enjoy your food. But the fact that my five year old nephew thought that *everything* I cooked tasted so good was really just so wonderful for me. And now he wanted to know my secret ingredient. I thought for a second, and then told him my secret:
"Oh, sweetie," I said. "That's because I cook everything with love!"
"No, Aunt Brenda," he said. "That's because you cook everything with BUTTER!"