It's what I do. It brings me joy, yadda yadda... I am back from vacation... Hey, look at this!
I made this apron a while ago, but since I am trotting out all of my productivity for this wee parade of sorts (to divert your attention from other projects, ahem), I thought I'd share it.
Little Sir impressed me by saying "ceviche" while watching the Food Network (in our house, this is considered "educational television viewing") and asked why the cook wasn't wearing an apron. "Because he's Rocco DiSpirito," wasn't really an acceptable answer, in hindsight, I realize this. And since my kid isn't Rocco (yet), I figured he needed an apron. So I made one.
I have already mentioned that my sewing is pretty mediocre. I am also one who tends to like guidance (i.e. directions, patterns, templates, something); but, I figured it was an apron, how hard could it be? DIY-time! I took a look at my apron and cut some upholstery fabric samples I picked up 5 years ago for no reason other than they were in the sale bin (I was less discriminating back then). It's not perfect, but it's an apron, the point is to keep the kid's pajamas clean.
Because Little Sir is totally my sous chef. I mean really, have you ever seen anyone handle an egg so chef-tastically? I think not.
He helped me make today's pie, a Fresh Orange Tart with Hazlenut Crust a la Greenspan via epicurious.com.
I We made today's Piehole Wednesday contribution for my friend M whose husband is going to Iraq on a photojournalism assignment. She needed cheering. The pies, they bring cheer, especially this one. It's a good one...but it's a little, shall we say, involved.
Luckily, I had help.
There is no heat involved here, don't get your panties in a twist.
And that is how I get all the baking done. Secret's out.