It's Me, Sara Louise

Yesterday, was The Husband’s birthday and to celebrate, I did something I rarely do, I baked (I’m a cooker, not much of a baker).

(And if you remember a couple posts back, it was Brother-In-Law’s birthday only a few days ago… guess what Papa likes to do in September… bowchickabowwow).

We have a teeny tiny oven, it’s bigger than a toaster oven, but not quite an adult sized oven. It makes me feel like I’m using one of those lil’ Suzy Homemaker ovens. And because I felt like I little girl, baking little girl goods, I baked little girl cupcakes.

(It took three batches, three separate baking rounds in that teeny tiny oven. We’re talking a whole morning, gone, baking).

I opened up the windows to let the sunshine in and cranked up some Lynyrd Skynyrd for my baking enjoyment (and it gave the tourists a nice soundtrack as they rambled around outside… I have to hear their chatter, they have to hear my Skynyrd… WOOHOO!! Free Bird! YEAH!).

Baking does give me the excuse to get all retro and bust out one of my vintage tea aprons. Yes, I collect vintage tea aprons. Because I’m that dope.

The chaos of my cooking (method to my baking madness)…