Thursday, February 7, 2008

What's all the fuss?

The Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
I love this book. We haven’t read it for a while, our children are into other fine works of fiction these days (like that “adorable” Junie B. Jones with her flawless grammar), but it used to be a favorite around here. We would chant “Milk in the Batter! Milk in the Batter! We make cake and nothings the matter!" each and every time we baked something.

Those were the days.

Now we just say things like “Okay, but if the Little Red Hen has to make these brownies all by herself, she’s going to eat them all by herself too.”

I have known mothers who are horrified when Mickey slides into the kitchen naked—it’s just not modest (or santitary). Myself, I’ll take a naked Mickey over a naked Bart Simpson any day.

1 comment:

blah blah blah said...

There are other hazards to cooking naked you know. Baking may not be as dangerous as frying, but I still wouldn't risk it.