Call me Betty Crocker

Lando

For I suppose I should start out by saying, we are once again waiting for you.

Over Labor Day weekend we said good-bye to a friend of almost 8 years. Although we have only known it for just short of 8 years, he has been in the neighborhood for about 60 years. That's right, we got rid of the oven.

 

The 1951 Hotpoint Oven was original to the house. It was a good oven, but it was becoming more challenging to bake in it. (The temperature didn't stay consistent and took a super long time to even boil water.) It was retired by having triple chip cookies baked in it. It was replaced with this. . .

A Whirpool, Imperial Series Oven. It is digital, a huge step up, and shiny. Your Dad got to break it in by cooking Taco Bake in it, but the Lou's pizza we cooked in it was awesome (best frozen one yet). More importantly, it bakes awesomely. With the new oven, I was able to bake your cousin L's Elmo birthday cake.

It was a huge success. I am thinking your cousin really liked it. It could also just be that every time she sees me, she says, "Aunt Kara, cake?" It isn't like I encourage this by making sure there is cake, cake pops, or cookies available for her every time I see her. (I didn't give her cake until she turned 1. That's a whole year of not giving her cake when she saw me.)

So Lando, I leave you with a picture of what our friends Matt, Tory, and A sent us to make us laugh. Racing Grannies. It worked. We laughed and raced them.  Your Dad won.