“What ya eatin?” asked Sally Russick in her ever charming and inspiring weekly prompt for the focus on life series at the Studio Sublime.
Here’s the answer
That’s my mum, a true foodie. There is nothing she can’t cook. As a family who had four out of six members have braces, she could whip up a soufflé of almost any size at moment’s groan. Here she is holding a whole container of “Christmas cookies” [I have no idea what they are really called I just associate them with Christmas]. Can you make them out?
Baby goat cookies!! Ok, well baby goat shaped cookies would probably be more correct. They are buttery, but not what I think of as shortbread and I believe the icing is like an egg white type thing. See, I am clearly not the foodie. I know, now you are thinking why baby goats?
When Averleigh was quite young, she had some kind of dislike/phobia of goats. This was before she could speak. If you turned the page of a book and a goat was there she would hide it with her hand. If you made a “meh'” or “bleat” or other vague goat-like sound she would shake her head and cover your mouth. The goat shaped puzzle piece was always thrown across the room… You get the idea. It was comical that this idea of hating goats seemed to go on forever for no apparent reason at all. Then one fine day she fed some baby goats, after much convincing, and it was decided that baby goats – and only baby goats- were actually ok.
How many three year olds get goat cookies atop a birthday cake? Oh but she is loved!
I’m betting this isn’t going to sound at all strange when I see what the rest of you are all munching on right here
PS. I will have an anklet to share for the blog hop Saturday, I’m not sure what
time yet, but there will be a post ;)