April 4, 2004
Making cookies with a bright and inquiring boy of twelve who is somewhat starved for attention is an adventure. It is enjoyable, except when he decides to try and capture Finn, the cat who doesn't really trust people, not even me. Conversation careens from subjects he's studying at school, to movies (he hasn't yet figured out that kids and adults enjoy different kinds of movies), the Narnia books, the science of baking and the taste of chocolate with chili peppers and my recent knitting projects. Perhaps the next weekend I am home alone we'll bake banana bread, scones or biscotti.