August 15, 2009
While baking bran muffins late yesterday afternoon, I was pleasantly reminded of earlier days when my children were younger. Each Friday afternoon when they returned from school, we would all sit down in our kitchen and enjoy baked goods I'd purchased that day at one of several bakeries in Anchorage. We'd have what we affectionately called "high tea." It was a relaxing (albeit high calorie) way to begin the weekend. The girls really enjoyed it and so did I. Our son was usually less than pleased with his special giant cookie I'd bought for him. Things seemed much simpler then.