My Mom was a baker. I don't mean an every-once-in-a-while whip up some cookies kind of a baker. Nearly every day she could (and still can) be found up to her elbows in flour making some fantastic treat. Pies, cookies, breads, and more--our house was always filled with the scent of something just about to come out of the oven.
Like most kids, my favorite part about having a mother who loved to bake was being able to lick the beaters!
I think James likes licking the beaters too!
Here's hoping your Thanksgiving Day is sweet!