I think I'm a pretty decent cook. I try hard to serve my family tasty, nutritious meals. Heck, I grind my own wheat for bread. Well, apparently, last night I outdid myself. As we were eating, my eight year old proclaims, "Mommy! You are the most amazingest, most beautifulest, most wonderful woman in the whole world. All the daddies in the world should WISH they'd married you."
What, you ask, inspired this praise?

That's right. Jiffy freaking Corn Muffins. Sigh...
(Pics of the Fire shirts are coming. Just can't find the camera. Again.)