This urge to be domestic peaked on New Year's Eve. I wanted to wear my apron and experience domesticality. {Real word? I don't know, but I like it.} I sort of feel sorry for my sisters. I convinced them to celebrate New Year's with us, instead of going out with some of their friends. I told them we would party like crazy. I don't really think it turned out the way they wanted. However, we did have an awesome food experience. I made brie baked in puff pastry with brown sugar and walnuts {YUMMY}, and the girls made cupcakes, and Ben grilled us some steaks that we had with mashed potatoes. That was awesome, but then I decided to do laundry. They were good sports, but at 10:00 pm, Taylor was asleep. She did wake up to celebrate with us, but I am sorry if they feel they didn't get the party I promised. Fortunately for them, they have many years ahead of them to celebrate the way they want. I appreciate that they made this sacrifice for me. I had a good time. I need to wear my magic apron more often.
Happy 2010!
