Today was Mother Daughter day. I was the daughter this time though.
We had originally planned to see a matinee session of Julie and Julia, but the other daughter, my daughter, was poorly. A nasty cold, meaning school was not happening, and therefore movie was not happening.
Luckily a change in work hours for husband meant that we could still make the late morning session in time, knowing Poppy was being cuddled and cosseted by her Dad.
A fun movie, definitely more cheery than last weeks' Balibo, and made all the better by the company.
My Mum is the best cook I know, and my passion for food and cooking come from her. I grew up cooking from a fairly young age, and can remember tackling dinner party type meals for our family from about 12 or so. Easier stuff to start with from the Women's Weekly cookbooks, but progressing to more challenging things like nougat and turkish delight quickly.
I am still learning things about cooking every day. Mum continues to be the superior cook, but it gives me something to aim for. It's nice to have a common interest, one that can and is being passed on to my own kids.
On another note, my darling boy has decided to blog as well, to keep us up to date while we are away on our holiday. Spelling mistakes and all, I love it!