23rd
New rule
It’s the night before Thanksgiving and I’m trying to bake. Kay and Audrey, 11 and 9, want to bake with me. Fine. Except they KEEP TALKING about meaningless stuff (“do you like my hair longer or shorter?”) and as a result I am losing concentration. And anyone who has baked can tell you there is very little room for error with baking ingredients. If I add an extra teaspoon of baking powder because someone wants to talk to me about pretzels, the recipe is a failure.
New rule. We’re running this place like a professional kitchen where no one gets to talk except the main chef. That will solve everything. I do the talking. They get still mix and stir and pour and chop. But no talking. Heck, they may even learn something by watching and not talking.
