Cooking is one way I show the people I love that I care.
When my 18 year old son requested a specific breakfast, I obliged.
It is not often that he make requests like this anymore.
This cookbook was give to the kidnicks by Molly in Norway a million years ago.
It is splattered and messy.
That is how you can tell that it is cherished....much like the son I made breakfast for....cherished, not splattered and messy....