A conversation Mom and I had last spring:
Me: "Why's this measuring cup gray inside?"
Mom: "Oh, yeah. I used it to spread grass seed."
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.
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.