Posted by Trina Bartlett
I have absolutely no right to complain about my childhood. I had caring parents, and all my basic needs were met.
In fact, my basic needs were met to such an extent that there wasn’t room for guilty pleasures.
At least that’s what my mom thought.
She was the queen of making sure her children never ate an empty calorie.
Instead of dough, her pizza crust was made of zucchini, and I was 12 before I discovered how great fish tasted when it was fried instead of broiled.
But her biggest concern was our sugar intake.
I swore I’d never subject my own children to fake comfort food.
And I never did.
Even though I don’t particularly enjoy cooking or baking, everyone raves about my chocolate chip cookies.
And that always makes me smile.
Day 37: Chocolate Chip Cookies Day 36: Challenging Experiences that Make Great Stories
Day 18: Bartholomew Cubbin’s Victory Day 17: A Royal Birth Day 16: Creative Kids Day 15: The Scent of Honeysuckle Day 14: Clip of Kevin Kline Exploring His Masculinity Day 13: Random Text Messages from My Daughter Day 12: Round Bales of Hay Day 11: Water Fountains for Dogs Day 10: The Rainier Beer Motorcycle Commercial Day 9: Four-Leaf Clovers Day 8: Great Teachers We Still Remember Day 7: Finding the missing sock Day 6: Children’s books that teach life-long lessons Day 5: The Perfect Photo at the Perfect Moment Day 4: Jumping in Puddles Day 3: The Ride Downhill after the Struggle Uphill Day 2: Old Photographs Day 1: The Martians on Sesame Street