If you've read this blog for very long, you know that it's safer to give an eight-year-old with ADHD a package of matches and let him run loose in a fireworks factory than it is to allow me just walk through a kitchen.
Be that as it may, lately I've been feeling very domestic. So rather than take a chance on actually cooking and possibly be accused of initiating chemical warfare, I've been making aprons. This, the Flirty Skirty Apron, is my latest.
I finally have something cute to wear when I serve up my signature meal - chocolate with a side of coffee.